Are you one of mine

who can sleep with one eye open wide?

Agonizing psychotic

solitary hours to decide

Reaching for the light

at the slightest noise from the floor

Palms of hands perspire 

heart goes leaping at a knock from the door



In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night



Rich and powerful ascend

complicated bends to be free

To indulge in what they will 

and jaded thrill or fanstasy

Shuttered windows that belie

all stifled cries from within 

And prying eyes are blind

to proceedings of the kind that begin



In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night