1. Emotion Play
Seduction,
Spread across lime green stipples,
Vibrating through my skull.
The hidden rouge of snow cheeks,
Scream the shame of broken toys,
Caught below shadows within the closet of intrepid lust.
Together,
Playing in this cage of enchantment,
Your asylum of strange gayety found beneath vails of romance.
Amongst smoke illusions,
A lost masquerade of beauty,
Dancing out the masked rhythm of our passion play.
Temptation,
The sweat of my new relgion,
Forever the heart beat of our holy war.

2.Tomb
It is here in my room,
where every passing second is made obvious by the off beat ticks of two clocks.
The boring day that drips slowly away in this tomb of artificial night,
Seems surreal through my eyes.
I gaze past the flicker of nine candles,
to the dancing shadows they project on my wall.
Roses that once held their head high,
Droop,
Withered over the edge of that damned blood red vase.
Two mirrors,
One stepping up in height,
Appear inadequate to reflect the sorrow that oozes off each frozen tick.
My exhalations of stale life bounce off the walls of this cage I am perched helplessly in.
I am prisoner to my own conscious,
Left with no room to bend.
I am bound to this chair of insipid life by medal bars,
Which constrict my pregnant body uncomfortably tight.
Only frustrated tears bring comfort against these restraints,
As they slip down my flustered cheeks.
Slowly,
Am I being driven insane by the off beat ticks of those two clocks,
As they slice through time and impale my heart.

3.Untitled
Drowning in my own silent streams,
choking on this shaded reality.
Too silent the screams,
which flow from my sanity.
Sinking into shadow,
Engulfed by illuminating dark.
Deliverance found in sorrow,
Wishing to stay cold and stark.
Happiness found with in the depths of Depression,
Accustomed, callused and worn.
Oozing confused emotion,
Denile now is born.