Woke up this morning Fell straight out of bed Sprained my ankle And hit my head

Burnt my toast Scolded my hand with my tea Bloody Hell! It's Friday the 13th

My car broke down on the way to work My tyre went flat on a roundabout Everyone was beeping their horns I felt a right twerk

My stapler broke The photocopier was jammed My wife forgot to make my lunch I went to the nearest Greggs All they had was plain ham.

Why must there be this supernatural occurrence Every so often it comes around This superstitious nonsense Makes me dumbfound

Hopefully tomorrow will be alright With this banging headache I'll try and sleep tight Roll on Saturday the 14tth When nothing can happen If I have a lie in?

The vile one climbed up my spine, each vertebrae shivering under its slimy footwork.

The Other came soon after, filling each empty cyst with malignant blackness.

An omen flap'd red greasy wings, and mounted on my shoulder, whispering the old tongues.

Eyes of the beholder, the diamond-pearls of yesterday, are now forever dark.

My cloak against the boring wind, I dig again into endless sand, No longer I press on.

Beware the hellhound that stalks the night, The eyes like fire at the edge of sight.

A thing of evil, pure malice born, A maw of fire, within souls are torn.

A curse that chases you to death, Removes from you your final breath.

A phantom dog with teeth like knives, Devours good and wicked lives.

Beware, say I, of that hellish hound, For what it seeks will soon be found.

Mice and rabbits, an animal they ride Skin them and remove their hide

Bottle up river And don’t shiver

Stir the mixture nice and slow Don’t set it down too low

Blood from a pricked hand Perhaps the princess’s hair-band

Apply it to an arm with tan And carefully wait for the next man

Don’t let them make a second look Before you fish out the thumper with a hook

Make sure the victim is aware They aren’t going anywhere

The Gratine is ready But still, take it steady

Soon you will be king And own sparkling rings

Burn this recipe And fate is in your hands Now you can own all the lands

There are those in life who want to look like angels Those who want to be seen as absolutely beautiful, graceful, and winsomely charming Those who are always determined to succeed In really whatever, like playing sports, fighting, singing, or swimming However, beneath their success and image There is something off with these “angels” With how they are by themselves, far from public It is as if they take off their robes and halos Just to reveal their tails, their horns This twisted pleasure of constant lies Their sickeningly vicious smiles This disturbingly abrasive soul Completely hidden, not meant to be seen And once they let it all out in hiding They put away their long, snake-like tails Their massive and intimidating horns Their utter darkness and anger Their malice and utmost fiendishness Put their robes and halos back on And get back out there looking like “angels” Those very filthy “angels”

Listen to this song, You better listen! Having a hard time, Suffering from the pain.

You don’t clean my stuffs, I will let you down! Remember to do, What a silence after all.

If you don’t give it me, Let your parents know. You took it from me, Nothing left but myself.

Go and do your things, Have your work ready. If you don’t have on hand, Your hands ready to be disabled.

Want to get out, how? You have your way. I believe in you, After the darkness there will be rainbow!

. death

       desperate     resigned

delaying     hiding        resting 

deal plan love reward

debating achieving remaining

         deliberate     relieved

                     risk

If the clouds would shift for an instant,  I would know there was still a moon. I would look behind me and laugh because, how silly, it was only the wind,  And the pounding of my own heart, deceitful above all things.  The whisper of the leaves would change from "Run" to "Breathe", to "Stay", to "Slow."  But they have gathered tighter, the clouds,  The leaves, perfectly still because of course, there is no wind, Cannot lie.

Double edged sword of love Mighty or brittle Euphoria or psychiatric hospital Clean and sober Chase the dragon Withdrawal when it’s over Blank stare like a window mannequin I am my own prison cell One way street Self destructive and intrusive thoughts are permanent visitors when they collide and meet In the box where light can never pierce Invalidation forces isolation Ransacked mind for the answer to desperation Like an addict I found the way to instant gratification

Snake in the garden Slithering and deceiving

Its prey? A gullible and faithless soul

It thrives on Evil and hatred

It can be Poisonous and deathly

It doesn’t stop there It bites and destroys

Wreaking havoc all around by Trickery and treachery

Only one is able to put an end to its madness And that’s the one who was born as Fully human and fully God

To crush the serpents head And put an end to all evil

He is Jesus Christ My Lord and Savior The Son of the Most High

Only He can stop 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 garden snake