David

Your voice from a distance

travelling tears

Pain through a portal,

I find you in fog.

Licking it’s lips

it feeds on your fear

A preferred plaything

your terror

it’s toy.

I rage the injustice

stumbling toward you

damned to be David

I falter, I fall.

Confronting depravity

it slowly takes shape

Smoke turns to solid

mirroring me.

A dream becomes nightmare

and shatters in shame.

Easy

Take me in haste

No second thought

of consequence

or shame.

Leave through the front door

Bold in your stride

They see you come

and go again.

Another night

of mental masturbation

Beating dead mares

to sleep.