Demons dance throughout my shrine.
And I, buried in the rubble.
Afraid to be heard. Afraid to be seen.
Afraid of the watching hourless clock
flying "time" backwards.
Far from where it came.
The dogs with their lavender bows fall
from the their wings of victory
into green slime. Where they wash upon
the bath tub's ledge and drown in the open air.
The black Image of Horror collide
with the silver shadows of yesterday.
All Hell's doomed for
the yellow pandas will rule
the ancient warlocks once again.
No wrong can be harmed with
the children of the dead
dragging the heads of the GoDs from up above.
Proving there is no life after birth.
Slowly dying in the coffin of our world.
My sanity loose in the bowl of lime jello.
Terror lies where happiness lives.
Greiving over loose petals of hope.
Raising their stems to the lightning above.