Waking up screaming
From dreaming
to a black and white screen.
Covering life, or so it seems.
I flit like a ghost
and those that used
to care the most
are free from my scream,
bursting free at the seam.
Every dream just feels so real.
And the Devil cackles
As he reaps his deal.
He watches me scramble
And dance and sing and die.
Comes ‘round each year
To check if I still remember
The burning, flashing, reeling December;
His demon’s perfectly casted lie.
I’m drowning, I’m drowning,
in all of my fears.
And no persons
living or dead
Can ever hear his lie.
Because this lie was so crafted
Very carefully, you see.
And used to trap
the unlucky soul
Seeking love
through the screen.
But tear apart the grains
of black and white static.
The twilight hour
pulls close and traumatic.
An obsession lurking
behind every other line.
It’s dark and deceitful,
It’s playful, and it’s mine.