Passing Before the Sun

Skeletal dancers,
prancing in catacombs
of a sadistic psycho's
mind, seduces the
prism's of my eyes.

Allow me to gaze in
the depths of sanity,
insane nail biting
overcomes the fever
that chokes the devil
in me.

Knocking, I hear them,
see them, morphine
drowns the wicked,

passing in a dream,
lids of the sleepy one
shall remain closed
for eternity....

Colm's 7 Day Challenge: Round #1 Dark Poem