Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
A NIGHT OF TORMENT
Are we truly all the same,
Or can we be as different, as night and day.
Unadulterated violence, In it's purest form.
Toxic vapors in my lungs,
The venom of death within, takes charge,
Coursing though my veins, throughout the night.
Death besieges me, but I resist anyway.
This creature of beauty, black widow is its name.
So small, and yet so beautiful,
Are the markings that it displays.
Its death will not save me,
From the impending doom.
Attacking my nervous system,
And debilitating my limbs,
Me thinks this bastard will end my days.
Like the black widow, and the copperhead,
Who sought to do their best.
Its venom abates my conscience,
And makes me hallucinate.
Pink elephants climbing on the chandelier,
Tigers jumping from the walls.
What manner of delusion could this be,
And how does it relate to me.
Could they simply be my vices,
Manifesting in the flesh?
No matter how I look at it,
No axiom could explain that mess.
But this one was a killer,
And that is known far and wide.
And I stood alone and isolated,
From anything that could save my life.
And the wind cries Mary,
When a cowboys song is stale,
But it kept my mind somewhat free,
From the horror of the sting.
For survival is not for the fittest,
But for the ones who are truly blessed.
And blessed I am to be alive,
After an encounter with a beast,
That's no more than a speck.
Of course some would insist,
It's just not possible,
To be so different, and survive.
But different is a matter of perspective,
That doesn't really make the grade.
For when the grade is the standard,
Which all will adhere to,
The one who is different is unique.
But that difference can cost A pretty penny,
When the difference is based on faith.
For faith can move mountains,
Or just keep you calm,
And make the mind,
Do as you please.
But when torment makes the mind adhere,
To panic and despair,
Ones faith can suddenly disappear.
Dominance though, is a virtue,
If it makes the mind stay true,
And fight a good fight to the end,
When no one else can come through.
But the torment of that night,
Was like none other before,
And I pray it should never come again,
Less the madness should never end.