Leech


The words are demons
Eating away at me

The phrases are weapons
Used for torturing me

They haunt, and devour
Always seeking power

Never the redeemer
Least of all the saviour

Feeding on my soul time and again
Giving me pleasure and pain

I restrain the urge but fail
As the syllables wail

For this is the needle
With which you never fiddle

An eternal riddle
My unsolvable puzzle

Ode to a Lady V

I knew not what love was
For mine was a heart behind bars

There was an unbreakable wall
With a glance every so often

And a smile every now and then
She came along and made it fall

Hers ways ever more lovelier
Compelling me to wonder

What if I got down on a knee,
Would she agree?