| Written: OCT 13, 2003 |
Do you like my scimitar sharp spiked hair,
Or the thick sarcasm veiling my dim thoughts;
Perhaps it is the clever, hiding stare,
Constant clown smile inviting, with fear fraught?
Tiny stiletto coif hides well these horns,
My mind lies covered, out it evil does peek;
Cloaked laughing at the lesser garden thorns,
People all about me, cull them, the weak.
Tyrannical views push my keen minds eye,
Severing fallacies like so much wheat;
Fields lie everywhere, make us go awry,
Filling our heads with their death and defeat.
Vivid demonic visions don’t leave me,
When I go you’ll come, I’ll not see you free.
