“Misery is Comfortable”

Sacrificed to the whipping post stillbirth cries

Crawling beneath decay every moment lies

Nightmares corrupt slumber divide thy breath

Screaming from whispers calling upon death

What welcomes agony whilst withered bones?

Bleach clad weathered history etched stones

Misery is comfortable, cuts deeper each pound

Hiding behind the beauty worn ‘pon thou crown

Buried layers of scars, quiet smile, does she dare?

The emptiness of her soul forthcoming she bares

Loneliness her spokesperson void silence stares

Midnight sowing their seeds of undivided despair

Solitude’s somber, sincerely speaking monotone

Twinkling beneath moonlit skies in monochrome

There’s no happy ending or fairytales in sight

Burying another landscape in black & white

The Punk Poe

   Always Be Punk…

Always Be Drunk…

   (On Poetry)