Shimmering ghostly images waver
round the walls of my mind.
Whispering quietly in my ear to
fill the dark loneliness of my
sleepless paranoid night.
Taboos and wild fantasies flash
eerily before my blood shot eyes
filling me with inhuman fervor.
Fantastically erotic and exotic
desires dance before me in the
silence of the night until I can
bear it no more and turn on the
light just to make it through
another terribly haunted night.
Donavon Scott Vinson
