All are afraid of ghouls Of dark nights For they grow piercing claws That scratch their peace. Sweats keep bleeding Down through their temple areas Breath almost stops Supplying sufficient oxygen To their thoughts.
Heart shirks, shrieks And sucks them Of flowing, growing life Mouth opens But to drink only the tears.
Yet hands desperately try To open the windows Of gagged senses To let the fresh air come in When grief engulfs them In blinding darkness On the heartless heath of life.
