Therapy

It started out as conversations will
some details shared, lost memories revealed
Just looking for forgiveness and to fill
infinite breaks my heart can't seem to heal
Those blessed waters that replenish faith
cover my body, soul and broken mind
Refreshing tears...no...more like tidal waves
drown all of my mistakes but leave behind
A place of solitude with one stranger
Confusing crossroads and revelations
A calm voice turns me away from danger -
verbally leading me to salvation
The voice that whispers "you'll never be seen..."
is the opposite of who's guiding me

Guilt

scraping and scratching
panicking and desperate
jagged manicure of helplessness
leaves eerie marks of terror
hollow cries and low moans
invade my dreams
and shape into what seems to be
a dark, intrinsical fear
inside of my head
clawing on superstitions
that only black cats can bring
and when he finally rests
and gives me his best mischievous smile
he sings
I ate the canary....
I ate the canary...

Camouflaged

Uncoil yourself into a slow slither
justifying every scale you will shed
The microscopic patterns look bitter
camouflaged in colors of grey and dead
Retreat every step back to the cold stone
where smaller prey remains vulnerable
to fangs ejaculating hot poison
and the pain becomes intolerable
Defend your flesh against the intruder
whose stealth and coyness will whisper you near
Premeditate a quick and soft murder
slice the forked tongue tasting of lies and tears
Beware the serpent sleeping on his spine,
He'll suffocate you with false space and time

Patterns

Fear is my motivator
but I dare not speak
a silent dark instigator
of patterned deceit
leaving charcoal fingerprints
and a worried retreat
perhaps only in my mind
or a realistic scene
I pause...

at the sound...

of a distant warning.