The Price of Comfort

Raindrops splash in a puddle,
As your feet try to find solid ground,
On a night filled insatiably,
With the howls of creatures the devil found,
Making no mistake, you step on,
On and on and on,
Till a street comes by,
And your entire party stops,
Afraid of the engulfing darkness,
Afraid of what lies within,
Afraid, they look to you,
And you, willingly submit,
Though you know the consequences to be dire,
It’s in your nature to be servile,
And so you illuminate the dark realm,
Using the light of your life,
You give yourself away,
So others may survive.

Fleeting Memories

So you finally come to me,
and sing a medley of love songs,
but to me,
it sounds like vultures searching for blood,
you are no minstrel,
But have intentions like that of the Pied Piper,
I lie, retrospecting, and the heroin kicks in,
Lying on a bed of air, I dream of carcass,
a carcass inhering in a field of disappointment,
being hunted by lost dreams and unwanted offspring,
rock solid ground below, wavering souls above,
the body dissolves into the ground,
the soul remains, now another amongst the billions,
preaching about the truth of life like a newbie,
while millions more rise from dissolved bodies,
coming to preach only some more,
the heroin wears off, I wake,
your face fleeting from my memory as it were here only a few moments back,
newspaper on the table, dated a month ago,
your face in the autopsy,
a knife with dried blood remains,
my fingerprints on it.