Silence now my little one,
Dream of the days of fun...

We sometimes are intimidated by the sounds we here...

Disclamer; I am writting this on my phone
I sit in my little office...

The sounds of the sea beseeched far set landlocked...
To bless the voice of demons in rapturous response...

Three plus two is five,
seven is five plus one and one...

I am not afraid of the enemy,
He promises me peace...

It begs for the blood
to kiss its pale white petal...

Bottles and cans litter my floor,
A path to my bed in liquored decour...

Embrass me in the veils of darkness,
Be the mother to wipe my tears...

The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle...

Im pretty sure Im happy,
That is depending on what happy is...

Its been so long sence I wrote a poem,
All these things that made me feel at home...