Night falls
and a last embrace of familial love is given
and evaporated into the dark
fading like smoke on the shores of peaceful sleep.
while i return
alone with my ghosts
the philosophical world
which spins my mind to trumbles.
fear clutches in my chest unreasonably
my head staring at nothing
searching for the beasts
like a rabbit.
I close my eyes and surrender to surreal dreams
the hollywood stalkers creeping in my brain
as i search the shores of sleep for peace
a warm embrace
but the ghost is a memory now
and the shores are cold in magnetic dark spray
claoked in clouds - the moon a shivered sliver of silver
high above with her daughters staring down.
And Marilyn Manson is there by my bedside
the Prince of Darkness
whose words envelope me in an clammy embrace
He understands too well
I understand too well
i can see
i can see who i could be
brings out the thinks i could think
and he reminds me hauntingly
as he corrupts me
to keep the balance
hold onto the light
but forget not the night.
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