Something Crawls Inside
Something Crawls Inside
What’s happening around is not a mystery
Yet a painful song playing on the skies
Entering my eardrums and evoking anger and testing patience
While I stare at a blank page
Trapped in her thoughts I can’t describe,
And knowing what’s happening around is not a mystery.
She has ignited the sleeping, forbidden, unstable
Desires and urges I often write knowing people love
Reading and feeling the doomed, dark, and bonded
Urges, cravings, and desires wrapped sweetly
In words baked by a writer
Who fell in love with death and tried to left,
That’s all happening in free-verses and no rhymes.
The knife-stabbing noises penetrate my walled mind
And brings those murderous urges
That differ no child, women, or men—
All must die, they will die, I will yet
Her presence changes and these words seek her,
Desire her naked, sweaty, scared, tied, and wet
While I imagine and breathe heavily
Trying to hide the desires and urges
Surfacing, penetrating the moments,
The thoughts, the work of a madman.