Trinket

Swallow me moon,
Into the night,
The trinket strown,
I once held tight,
A jaded piece,
Upon my breast,
To smell at least,
With all my breath,
Into myself,
That scent of you,
Hear you tell,
Of love so true,
Chest to head,
Behind the dark,
I once bled,
And heard your heart.        

Middle of Everything

Which way do I go, I am all alone, the shadows whispering lies of idiocrisy.
Confusion, Delusions, renderings of a temporary eternity seems my destiny.
A car crash, a bag of trash, backroad ramblings of homicidal tendancies.
A bleeding touch, bleeds not too much, loosing the grasp on what's called sanity.
Philosophy, an exaggerated idea, in the exaggerated mind of a species.
An unknown parasite sucking the life of something that's already diseased..
Footsteps, handprints, a blood stained grass patch, my safely hid memories.
Here nor there everywhere and nowhere, the master of invisibility.
A henchmans noose, children of mother goose, missing parts of a fantasy.
The King has his Queen the Queen has her frog, the Dragon still must feast.
A Vampires Bite, a Werewolves night, come together to kill the Beast.