"The Blood of the Gingerbread Man"
The blood of the SEASHELLS
From Hades’ shores
Snake through your screaming veins,
Cold as THIN ice,
As UNFORGIVABLE as Holy TULIPS
Laid on a vampire’s casket,
Leaving you EXPOSED
To the demons
In your mind-
Who are you?
You open your PHONE BOOK
In a dark corner
And there you are
On every GREEN page;
You reach your hand into your pocket
For CHANGE to the PROM
On a dark rainy night
And there you are,
Teeth bared,
Biting the icy wind,
Snarling.
You hand an innocent LOLLYPOP
To an unsuspecting child
And his eyes burst into flames
And engulf your soul
As he transports you to
To the dark dominion
You can’t escape.
The PHONE BOOK closes
And you cease to exist,
But leave your macabre mark
On eternity.
wbiro