Incensed Nightmares

drops are torturing my patience,
slowly traversing the spine,

In a frozen lake,
incensed with the dead past,
hymns and chants,
the mist and howls of winds,
kiss and dispose me,
a flesh impure for offering,
I believe

I lie on the ice naked with you,
seeking the last ounce of warmth,
through your curves,
I traced every inch,
in the dying moonlight,
till you slithered my neck,
and kiss me one last time,

with fear in my eyes,
an ocean of ecstacy in my heart,
and a smell of incense hemorrhaging my brain,
I sleep for eternity.


In the state of remorse,
the howls shatter
glasses of nightly silences,
the white floating sphere
conjures the dead,
the living and
all things existing
in between,

near the window,
my breath now sighs my restlessness
and imprints it on the mirrors
of existence,
the dearth of materialism within,
tickles the soul
into a mocking laugh
that echoes in corners of sleeping valley,

maybe that is what,
requiem for a dream is,
and maybe that is why,
the wolves howl in moonlight.

Alter Ego

the lights,
tepid and superfluity bright,
were casted upon me,
I reveled in the moment,
as a man having reverence
for all good virtues
that held this decaying planet together

but my alter ego lurked and smirked, concealing his obnoxious presence
in my ghostly shadows,
for he was treacherous and evil,
he dwelled in pride,lust
and unfair judgements
only to satisfy his dark cornered heart.

when the lights went off
and the chills grew slowly
no need to say,we became one,
together we destroyed the virtues
and celebrated the animality
from which we evolved.
No wolf-pack following,
just breathing and hunting others in the egoistic air.

might I add, we were most successful, without the lights and most vulnerable with it.

So are you afraid of your shadow now? or dying to meet it? the lights my friend,
the lights.. holds your answer.