An unlocked door
By AJ O’Brien.
So silent the thief
as she steals his darkest dream,
hidden within the sounds
of an ancient scream.
So happy is she
unleashing a demon’s nightmare,
such wicked thoughts
no mortal can bear.
Shame upon the maker
of such a black dream,
for his mind is corrupted
as it drinks from an innocent scream.
The shooting gallery
A Haika
By AJ O’Brien.
I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?
Sweet screams
By AJ O’Brien
Through tunnels midnight red
sail addictive dreams,
turning into monsters
tearing at the seams.
Breaking up, falling down
no life giving powder,
seeking her God
can’t scream any louder.
Eyes running on empty
so cold the wind blows
seeking her God,
and so it goes.
Shooting up
shot way down
climbing the streets,
In search of Master Brown.
And her God appeared,
so the demon spikes in.
But he is pure, uncut.
A cardinal sin.
Unleashed, the killer attacks,
no prisoners no sorrow.
and for another dead life,
no tomorrow.
It’s hot down here
By AJ O’Brien.
Captured by death
came at me from behind
the devil lay in wait,
stole my soul.
Man, am I in a bind.
Whispered a rancid demon,
Hear the Master’s word
you will be set aflame
and your pleas for death
shall go unheard.
You are kidding me
I’m really at a loss,
what did I do wrong?
I don’t belong down here.
Go get your boss.
You will burn for eternity
your soul be dammed,
the stench of your corruption
shall bring joy
to this unholy land.
You’re not listening to me, are you?
Damned
By AJ O’Brien.
A dark soul has departed.
Climbing toward heaven
it tumbled and fell,
arriving quietly
in a town named Hell.
And their flesh is burning
and the dead keep dying,
pleading for an end
but Lucifer is lying.
Wretched heads embedded
upon spikes of gold,
their wicked thoughts
to the highest bidder sold.
Weeping belated tears
for a depraved past,
the newcomer
is into a furnace cast.
Whispers a dancing demon
with a practiced sign,
your soul is my soul
and forever you shall die.
