Ode to the Dark and Lonely

The sun is obnoxious to creatures like me

We feed from the darkness

Not from plants, not from trees

Only in shadows is where we feel free

With goblins and ghouls

Not with Angels and priests

Rain, not shine, is what brings us glee

Black clouds in the sky

As dark as can be

Blinding nights makes it harder to see

Like the dead in their coffins

That’s where we find peace

Lake of Darkness

I can’t see my reflection

In a lake full of darkness

A stone will not skip

And boats will not cross it

I don’t need your protection

In a lake full of darkness

I’m no longer afraid

Of the troll in my closet

The Knife That Cuts

I’m mildly nervous

Like a cat on its 6^th life

My mind weeps gently

Like a widowed sick wife

Darkness beckons grimly

It removes the bright light

My soul is warm butter

Cut by the nights knife

The Workaholic

Like a mad man and war
I'm consumed by my work

while others can love
I am capable of none

I constantly breathe corporate chemicals
love for me can only be ephemeral