When did I...

When’d I...

When’d I become me?

When’d I become this demon I see?

This apparition in the shattered-mirrored screen

Nightmares invading peaceful dreams

A monsterous compilation spinning constertnation-terror-screams

Amongst the dusty webs a tarantula creeps with care

When’d I become this force that make even witches weak with fear?

When’d I become what demons boast

And now occupy & host?

When’d I become what I used to dread most?

When’d I succumb...?

So willingly giving up my life & god-damned ghost?

Unholy creator spawned-leaping from the abyss

This creation of words lurking amidst deep cyber-mist

When’d decay appeal as ever-loving daisies?

When’d wiggling maggots drive me so ecstaticaly fuckin’ crazy?

When’d wails lamenting transmit like symphonies in empty opera halls?

When’d I desire exposure from de-socketed eyes littering floors?

When’d autumn turn death into a soul?

Coagulating warm blood

With October rain that falls...

When’d I crave hopeless whimpers & hear ’em as nature’s delicious call?

When’d I fancy girls as so many headless dolls?

When’d I shed my skin & adorn my wicked reaper skull?

Unholy babtism-in darkness I so anoint

All cacophony that once marked my transitional turning point

Now blurred by my victims’ deafening-endless echoes

That when is now!

I shall savagely reap whatever it is I sow

Spirit of gravity...forever attracting me...

To the firey core below...

At the darkest hour before the dawn

his figure will quietly creep

seizing your mind if you’re awake

and your body if you’re asleep

Embarking upon his dirty deeds

his victim remains unaware

that the highlight of sexual misfortune

is lurking amidst a nightmare

If you, therefore, are the chosen one

you won’t know straight away

he will fondle you for years upon end

then enter his serious play

Hearing this from one who knows

he will turn you from happy to dour

So if you dream with incredible pain

just beware that darkest hour

There is no escape from this inhumane beast

He’s the “man with the devil’s lust”

So when you lay down, check under the bed

for the one they call Incubus