Fear

 *work in progress                                                                                          24th September 2013

There's something in my room at night.

I can sense it there.

It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.

It fiddles with my hair.

It walks across me in my bed.

Like paw prints in the mud.

It's messing with me in my head.

I'ts curdling my blood.

It follows me from room to room.

It makes my bed quake.

This symbol of impending doom.

I see it when I wake.

   The culprit of this haunting is inside of me.

   So no matter where I go I can never flee.

                                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe

Melancholia

*work in progress   

I don't care what you say.

I don't care what you do.

I don't care come what may.

I don't care what's false or true.

No anger, no sorrow.

No joy or no hope.

No strength to borrow.

In order to cope.

The fighting's all done.

The spirit has gone.

The neglect bars none.

The battle has spawn.

       To long, too hard, too deep and too fast.

       Now melancholia over me a shadow has cast.

                                                                                                                                          -R.L Tighe