The Dark And Burried The dark is where I wait and lay. All around me is dirt and clay. From Light To Black The light is now fading to black – my eyelids are coming unattached Michael’s World The ceiling fan agonised him with its constant rhythmic squeak, a grating cry which kept perfect time with its desultory rotation. He had … Ring the bell Into darkness now I turn / say goodbye to sanity / never I’ll feel warm again Deal With Death He found the man, / Who’s soul he would trade, / He would take the life, / With the edge of a blade. Troll What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR… striation a maniacal grin spread on his lips, as he cracked open the sternum to reach his precious. PRETTY BIRDS Down in the basement is where I keep my birds. My birds are shy, trying to hide from me as I enter their room. It’s hard to see their prett… Deadly Affection Her skin paled, / that waning light, as darkness crept / like dusk into night.