Sleeping sickness
Taking hold
In the grinding afternoon
When recourse is to
Turn inward
The place of silence
Warmth and rest
Your eyes close
And your head tilts back
You barely hear the knock
On your door
It is so far away
Addictive, this sleep,
This false womb
Without birth

An evil edict whispered
By those wrapped in night
That there be darkness
Where riot is rule
And discourse is war
Human sacrifice made on a dark altar
With blood streaming
Over a scorched earth

In the thrall of night
When darkness breeds desire
You are drawn to the glow
Of the computer
And its false promise
Of fulfillment
Insincere words
Of assignation
Fill the screen
In the silence and stillness
Of night
While under its spell

Note, Scribe,
And deliver through
The portals of the internet
The dark, clouded message
To the shaved heads,
And the flesh tattooed like a snake,
Beguiled by the hermaphrodite
With hidden knowledge