The Horror Blog

There was a horror blog
That descended on me and it was a slog
To get through all the peat and turf
And everything just getting worse
Why did I not just let it be
Let the dragon get to me
As I ran and ran
But I know I can
Only go so far as my legs can carry
And that the man I want to marry
Will find me eventually
Will cut the chain and set me free
But is that just a myth, a tide
Someone who just does not abide
In the deeper dimension
And no extension
Of time and space or relativity
Seems to bring him closer to me
And it was like all the windows punched out
And everything was in doubt
And I thought the devil had control
And wanted me to play a certain role
As I paced around my room on the first floor
Have I lost everything I adore
And they tell me, tell me, take these pills
Don’t let it be a display of a clash of wills
Between you and Power
And you’re not in a tower
Princess Pink
Waiting for the kitchen sink
To be hurled out the window
You didn’t sin though
You just lost the war
Now we can tell you what it’s all for
But I turn my face away
Because I just cannot stay
In this realm of thieves
And everyone believes
In everything they say
Meanwhile I just walk my way
And I stare into the press
Before I undress
For bed
And Marina said
“What are you looking for?”
If only I could answer, the one I adore
But it would be trite and superficial
So I say I don’t know, it’s just edifical
And anyway I find the pair of socks
And the cófra doesn’t have any locks
So I just close the door
Lie into the bed like a minx, mo stór
Until it’s lights out
And Emmett is about
To gaze behind the curtain
I know he thinks that I’m hurting
But I’m really not
It’s just that I perceive a lot
Beyond the realm of what’s considered to be true
And it’s beautiful when I look at you
Coz you’ve got a purity and a belief
That what you’re doing brings relief
To tortured souls
But I’m here for when the bell tolls
For all and the many
I don’t want there to be any
Soul left behind
Trapped inside their own mind
So I take the lower position
Though it is not my predisposition
To be on the ground
Listening for any sound
That might come through
But there’s angels singing when I look at you
And I hear them call
Out to us behind the wall
That separates
And nothing equates
Like with like
I wait for the day I drop the mic
But it’ll never happen
Because only people who are napping
Think they are the doers of
This holy kind of love
We are recipients and vessels of the pure
It’s something I know for sure
In the midnight owl
Something somewhere is on the prowl
For what it can eat
I hear it snap at my feet
And Gandalf the Grey
Simply had to go away
To be replaced
By a sunshine that takes the place
Of the light
You don’t see it shine til you let the white
Absorb you whole
And take your soul
Into its own creation
And education
Only goes so far
Like science and the bar
Then comes God
Or consciousness or the ‘aul sod
Speaking to your heart
It has to end before Love can start

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