Screams

I turned here,

There and all around

Built my towers

From molten wax of angels.

Acid rain spurted

From ripped gashes,

As beliefs kept drowning

Into pools of self doubt.

Were you listening then?

When I spun songs

For you, only you.

Or did you, like other strange men

Were letting the phase pass,

So acid could pour again?

Harness my thoughts,

Before ‘Dear Diary’ too

Closes its doors and

There’s only a candle to write…