6.25.2023

PARANOIA, SABOTAGE

6.25.23

Sabotage is easiest for me,

a victim of myself.

Cycles,

reoccurring nightmares

an endless loop.

The same villain as before

Harkening at my doorstep

Once more;

And the floor boards,

They squeak

And then closer,you creep

The sound calls out to me

Echoing my deepest passion.

The most Wicked magic

Performed by the crimson moonlight.

Did I conjure you up in my pentagram?

Mixing rain, flame and devil’s delight.

What a heavenly dream,

You’re a mesmerizing sight.

Suddenly, we ignite

But fear consumed us faster than the flame;

When we saw that familiar scene begin again.

Horror stricken, and entranced

The opening sequence

Foreshadowing a nightmarish end

But we could not look away

Like two trains as they collide

We descended deeper

into our most rash decisions.

We charged forward blindly

and violently

Onward

Towards our own personal hells

Oh my, what a wicked tale.

Yet ,a tale as old as time.

So who will be the villain now?

The shadowy miser just out of frame.

And who will play the hero martyr

The one who saves us from the mindless flames.

They’ll have to travel far back

defying space and time.

To stop me before I throw a match

in every timeline .

They say

Fire can destroy and purify.

Fire, it consumes and illuminates.

Alas,the only way you’d find my heart

Is over my dead fucking body.

And under lock and key you’d find me

Guarded by my own self doubt,

and misery.

What a cruel game to play

And a wicked way to be,

Because the madness of my mind

Toys with my own destiny.

But heaven knows the demons have

time on their idle hands,

And the demons know

how time can test

Every unsuspecting man.