Fiend ....

I fear dreams sometime
dreams that make you dream again
of the broken shafts, rivers and inspired sun .......

I wait, I long, I nurture a dream of nightmare
the silent apparition and juxtaposed howls
of black sins and winful voodoo without a grin .......

I crave for empty bowls and glass full of liquor
for the piece of reality and obscured pleasure
hath begot in unstated unsecured minds .......

I plead for ignorance of the blissful mercy
in my enjoyable state of aphoristically blatant lies
with contradiction and demurred prescription ......

I refuse ablution of my unreligious sins
for I want to lie uncovered in the decayed crypt
and wait for my turn in merciful hell .......