One-Winged-Poet

A moon's mask which I wear Craters under my eyes, time to spare Shinning under a big light Performing circus acts through the night Consider me a fright? The monster I am Pinned to the wall with vanishing knives I lick the blood clean Fingers covered Only those who suffer Are ones not laughing A smile on your face Does it need carving? I hear the public are just starving To see us freaks wheeled about But there's no need to shout Before I loose control And go dead line Under this mask worn in disguise Like the face of our dear moon My pale skin worn smooth Eyes of a nightmare dark Hold only a fire's spark Watch this here tent go up in fl

Pepper-filled mouth Sweetened by a kiss Stifle a shout As bitten are my lips This poem got off track While talking about food But a different sort of snack I’m not very smooth …

Predicting your moves one by one, Life is a puzzle not easily undone On a chessboard I advance Picking apart all your moves Can't throw me off this groove! Checkmate, Checkmate Don't let that queen fall prey Loosing your knights in disarray Your heart is almost mine Continue those pawns forward Gotcha, gotcha Lying in wait, loosing a sliver of heath To regain an upper hand Now for ending my master plan! Checkmate, Checkmate Don't take eyes off that queen For the fate of your board is unseen Your heart is almost mine You still march forward, into battle we go Just one more final push My pieces fall fast, must keep up the show? Checkmate,

Lightning strikes Across the sky As thunder rumbles Up on high From storm clouds It rains down And with a sound I begin to write Stories spun silk in my head Impossible to sleep in bed Ideas flash Bright and blinding Creatures run through my mind Oh what's worth writing..