[e11even]

At night, I see my demons at play.
A frendzied frollic of fancy from within my soul's gates.
They incite my subconscience in leaps of no faith.
And, indeed, their deeds get bid a do... bid adieu to good taste.

Sins swell, they swarm, they relinquish all ground work.
Wearing karma's omens as trinkets, til me in hell is like sinking a flounder.
Belittled til now, the little they've scrounged against my will's a few pounds dirt...
Enough to cover a casket to the surface level of brown earth.

But these demons... I... well, love's a profound word,
But I'd choose my negatives over any polaroid memory involving a gowned purse.

And here they are again...
helping me ruin my union as if they don't know why I found her.
She's my future, but past misteps reminds her I'm lost... so my hounds lurk...

Just one more click of that mouse! You need a change of pace...

Then she busts the door down, "Jerk! Everytime I'm not around, you flirt!"
Fuck. Thanks guys. Ugh.

At least she never found those used Trojans on the playground turf...
You got a point there. Go get that make-up sex hehehe... You foul pervs.

My demons rejoice.
I want to escape them, but have never found the nerve.. at night.