The masks are off, the play is done.
Players drifted off and right has won.
I have no time nor inclination
For false refutes and indignation.
So what is left is left behind
The play itself begins to unwind.
The audience drifted away
Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
She had a black heart,
Black as coal.
Cold as a moonless winter.
Wrapped it around her victims,
Strangled them left them for dead.
But they rose up
Sent her an evil lover
To wrap his dark mind around hers,
Rip out what was left of her black heart.
and he left her as a voiceless puddle,
Slowly oozing into the sewer.
Such are the rewards of such a heart.
Guard yourself well
Before you join her.
Portrait by Brian Oldman
Strange things happen within my mind
Twists and turns not divine.
Madness comes and goes again
I see the light then darkness when –
For a while, things seem to be
Normal at least for me.
Then colors and blackness appear
Drawing me ever near