• The Disease

    It coils itself
    Uninterested, unwaning
    Lying in wait for
    its next victim

    Oh fool to whom
    next it strikes!

    This snake that bares its unruly fangs
    That glisten with feral glee
    Infecting its
    Victim with an insatiable
    Thirst

    For the deepest corridors of Hell
    And the unfathomable heights of Heaven
    All in one breath
    And yet….

    This horrid struggle of obsession
    Like the endless feud of two starving
    hounds warring over the barest bone

    This black cloak, a shadow, a reflection, the
    Truth seen by the mirror that plagues your mind.
    This sweet euphoria, an addiction like no other.
    The opium in a soot covered pipe,
    its intoxicating scent filling your mind with
    the wildest of visions
    of a deeper desire.


    It strains against
    The chains,
    Struggling to form
    Words
    Howling contempt
    At those who
    Aim to contain it
    Restrain it

    Oh pity to those who
    Understand
    Inspiration’s cruel games!