Nightdwellers

Shadows slumber as the sun goes down

They know their time is weaker now

When the night draws in

Blotting out the day

And the darkened ones come out to play

Presently I walk the wooden road of liquid sin

Devouring the melancholy and the spirits within

Stained by the manilla flickers and absent light

Doused firmly in the night

I must look almost human

But I secrete the darkness

Through milky digits I let it flow

I follow it’s trail to the magic places of nowhere known

Into inky rivers that course defiantly through the expanse of time

Coloured only by history and the cultures I have seen

Unhindered by the trends and the fashions that destroy the fickle

The shallow, oh how I hear their cries

How they lie to themselves with graphic indignation

With their last breath they still deny

But I smile...

As Claret trails across the cracks of their skin

Deep red and pure

My cure

Eyes fix and dilate as I take all from within

Ink blots in milk

A taste of silk disseminates within me

An acrid aftertaste of metal sears my tongue

Before the brown and amber liquid of years gone by

Creates a lie

I meander the bars

The bourbon brown glow paints the walls

Captivated by raven’s eyes

Time magnifies all we see

Embers dance in the fire light

Candles try to compete with their roaring master

Their flames lick my face

A darkened affinity of acquired taste

But porcelain skin can't be burnt...