The blackness falls over my eyes
I let it go too far again
Anger clouded my thoughts
A black thunderstorm of hatred
Now he appears

PORCELAIN GODDESS

In tomb stone sunshine I see a shadow swing
Swaying with the wind above me
A porcelain goddess hanging by

The weariness of troubles seem to knock at my door
The evil thoughts and pictures I see, I abhor
If only for a moment I could

A deathly grip by icy hands
cold and unforgiving
Nails embedded in my soul
clutched, hooked, and ripping

The fear has faded
but

Outside my window one day I found
A man on the ledge high above the ground

He seemed so distraught and I wondered why
perhaps