I like it    I don't like it

This tattered document

A mystery you can solve

Some burnt out filament

Flies still buzzing around the bulb


Country Darkness


He thought of traveling

Heard an approaching train

Drown out his desperate pulse

A song with no refrain


Country Darkness


She daydreams of forbidden sins

There must be something more

The prison she lives in

The one with the open door


The veil is covering

A glistening and cruel blade

Suffer little children

Repent, unfaithful maid


Country Darkness