Sunday, 1 June 2014


Watching... always watching
With those evil, demon eyes
That feast upon my weary heart
And foreshadow my demise.

The infamy of this heinous foe
And the devilry of his gaze,
Manages - inevitably - to set
My poor, shattered nerves ablaze.

I cannot take this pain much more,
Nor the omnipotence of this fiend,
So I'm going away to a big, grey house
In hopes that my spirit may be cleaned.

~ C. Spies