The demons come tonight.
The fires they light ignite
fear like a wild fire.
Sending waves of hell
washing down like rain from heaven.
As the flames of liquid sin swim feverishly through my mind.
Filling each hiding place of a younger man.
Giving no yield to the concerns of an old broken soldier.
Tired of the games played by a fools heart.
If you are my left hand the be it for I have not the focus nor temperance to be swift of tongue as my words escape me.
Once again I’m left blinking and thinking of what to say…. Good night.. will have to do..
Don’t look in that mirror FEAR For the monster you’ve become Like a count on a box…..1,2?3,4 What’s in store for a rambling mad man Van….. Stay away from the van.. Tan or was it white? Plight,flight,fight To late I’m … Continue reading →