When did these dead people awake from their graves?
Intermingling with those who are still living?
Butchers of history cavorting with its heroes,
The everyday nondescript taking monstrous forms,
Matter morphed into a stream of fluid horror,
Disturbing dreams in Technicolor
Or are they in brilliant monochrome?
Gremlins, hobgoblins, angels, demons,
Lovers, leavers, haters, friends and foes –
All get together on the inside of my head
Writing weird scenes of convoluted gothic plays
Weirder than the paintings of Salvador Dali
Makes me scream like Edvard Munch's androgyne…
Horrific things muddle the grey when I try to sleep and
It discourages any further attempts of
Closing my eyes and welcoming the dark.