Snapshot 5

Night driving again.
Headlights of approaching cars growing out of the dark like an onrushing double sun, disappearing behind and leaving an after image in the eye, the red glow of rear lights in the rear view mirror. Left alone once more, within the metal bubble of warmth, road noise, and isolation.

Journeys always seem to both take longer, and pass quicker. Why?
Is it the lack of perceivable landmarks, no road signs or passing white lines to reenforce the forward motion? Or is the way travelling at night messes with the circadian rhythm, confusing the mind and body with a combination of sleeping dark, and adrenaline inducing speed?

Driving past fields, imagining the peace of a moonlit walk, journeying to a destination in the same way as our ancestors, centuries before.
Catching sight of a lay-by as it whizzes past, the oft-thought of sentence that ghosts into the mind – “Imagine being stuck there now…”.

Familiar roads, and junctions, look different at night. When the roads are this quiet, some junctions look like the scene of an accident, where all the bodies have been removed, but the forensic lighting is still there, scanning for spilled blood, skid marks. Or they are like a dressed stage, set for actors to play their way across, before an audience that isn’t there.

Stiff neck. Tired eyes. Counting down the miles as they tick off the odometer, getting ever closer to home. No cars in the rear view mirror means a black, empty space behind, as though the road and all the world has been gathered in by the car’s rear wheels.

Finally coming upon the exit junction, leaving the main artery and filtering off into a smaller, less important one, like an air bubble in a bloodstream.

Smaller roads, slower roads. The mad, head-long rush slowing to a more gentle cruise through sleeping streets, to home.

Wild Within Me

I once took pleasure in the flesh,
Debased God given form,
Not caring what or who I used,
Railed hard against the norm.
Kith and kin despaired aloud,
Showing me their pity,
But I’d respond with knowing grin,
Blame the wild within me.

Through night and shadows I did play,
In dens of lust and sin,
Not often did I see the dawn,
To watch the day begin.
I craved the all enclosing dark,
To let my pleasures free,
Not wanting and not needing to,
Tame the wild within me.

In ev’ry life there comes a change,
A time to close some doors,
No longer running with the dark,
Decadent never more.
So though it comes at such a cost,
With dreams of what might be,
The time has come to to turn away,
Bury the wild within me.

We Evil Few

Thru damp and dark city bowels where missing children
Call and howl,
We chase the dream of one more score,
Not trusting fate to open doors;
A life of grime is ours to own where wicked deeds place
Kings on thrones,
The shining knife or blunted wood,
The tools that break the great and good;
No sun will see us evil men for darkness is our
One true friend,
It hides our acts of villainy,
Those things that even Gods don’t see;
For we are those you fear to meet down alleys black and
Dead end streets,
The cutthroats and the deadly few,
Who in the night may call on you;
So lock the windows bar the doors and softly tread
upon the floor,
We evil footpads are abroad,
The night is ours forever more.

Lullaby

This started with the first line, and grew from there. It’s been a while, I hope you like it

I only know one lullaby,
It’s music dark and fierce.
Weaving pictures in the mind,
Showing truths so hard to find,
No more will eyes be ever blind,
This lullaby is sweet.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s words an evil tale.
Changing history as it’s writ,
Faking love, the fire it lit,
Finally a lie that fit,
This lullaby is cruel.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s rhythm hot and deep.
Tarnishing a once proud soul,
To shake the bones it’s only goal,
Finally you’ll learn your role,
This lullaby is harsh.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s sound will toll the end.
To rip the heart from out the chest,
Crushing hope at its behest,
And maybe that is for the best,
This lullaby is mine. 

Whistle In The Dark

It’s been a while…

Do not whistle in the dark,
That’s when demons come and play.
To hunt you down
In shadows black,
To rise from hell
And drag you back,
To where the devils stay.

Do not whistle in the dark,
That’s when evil roams abroad.
To stab at heart
And tarnish soul,
To claim their prize
And charge a toll,
A price you can’t afford.

Do not whistle in the dark,
Calling forth a deathly blight.
The sun has gone
And shadows call,
Gath’ring imps and
Goblins all,
To gambol in the night.

Once More

I am really not sure about this one. The whole ‘Once more…’ repeating motif. I read it and it seems to work, but I’m not the best judge of this stuff. Anyway… I hope you like it. Thank you for reading.

Once more down dark and twisting roads,
Once more among the black,
Once more into the nightly fray,
Once more no looking back;

Once more my safety in my hands,
Once more a fear of death,
Once more the swiftly beating heart,
Once more a lack of breath;

Once more the light retreats from me,
Once more the darkness grows,
Once more my voice screams in the night,
Once more no other knows;

Once more my nightmares come for me,
Once more my terror wins,
Once more so lost inside the night,
Once more my fear has wings;

Once more the never ending sleep,
Once more a world in mind,
Once more I fear to never wake,
Once more forever blind;

Once more I wake in early hour,
Once more I’m left to be,
But soon the night returns again,
Once more to torture me.

Doom

Yes, it has been a while since my last post. And for that, I sincerely apologise. My latest one here is a dark and moody one, but it’s original at least.

The future’s dark and black and mean,
Coloured by the things I’ve seen,
And in its cruel and vicious way,
Will taint my nights and blight my day.
Choices made filled with regret,
Consequences not seen yet,
Hope, it fades and loses will,
And eyes with tears are swimming still.
Where is the light to bring a smile,
And walk beside me all the while?
Diminished now in gath’ring gloom,
As all about me now is doom.