You tickle me with a gaping hole

You tickle me with a gaping hole

Threaten my mind

with eternal damage

interrupt joyous rapture

crush passion eternal

drain thoughts at dawn


you, the metaphor

for all that is

quiet, sombre, peaceful


but, I know you,

virulent maniac


Who mixes my drink

with images

of nightmares, and dreams

of lovers holding hands

walking into bushes, forever

jumping waterfalls, body with body


Who treats me with derision,

the midas of darkness

my organs relent

to your deathly touch

and that is what you are



Death! Daily Death! And Life, of course!

Fine, I concede to your awesome wonder!