Carvers - 2014/09/21

Stale and suffocated they serve as the voyeurs,
Their eyes hopelessly drawn to the centerpiece.
Claws unsheathed flanking lips dripping in lust,
They claim the soul for which they have a lease.

Darkened hallways flicker with turmoil abound,
At this moment a great chase chooses to begin.
Battle they may to keep the truth buried deep,
Parts carelessly penetrate the manicured spin.

Yet there is no prize here anybody can claim,
For the cage is empty and its prisoner freed.
If they weren't so concerned with the feeding,
They could focus on the sustenance they need.

Alas this is not reality so the game is afoot,
Players in motion quite unaware of the script.
If you want to mourn their aggressive battle,
You need only realize their world has flipped.


Heroine - 2014/09/13

She beckons me in ways you cannot understand,
Inspiring attempts to escape a life so bland.
Perched on the sidelines they judge my actions,
Yet they themselves are guilty of infractions.

So she is the heroine and center of our tale,
Without her this attempt to escape will fail.
Each day I breathe her in and I am refreshed,
Even as my world grows ever more distressed.

She injects her fresh life into my dying veins,
Washing away my concern for problems and pains.
With blinders on I strap myself in for the ride,
Preparing to embrace the cocoon in which I hide.

If only you could all experience her as I do,
Other people might wonder what came over you.
Is it any surprise you believe I am on heroin,
When all I did was finally capture my heroine?

Sunlight peeks through the windows unwelcome,
Breaching my senses like a never ending drum.
Fix the blinds and continue to act contrived,
Supplies for the next bender finally arrived.