Poem - Demons Tap Dancing On my Head

Demonic disciples
Establish themselves on
My maudlin mind and their maddening
Overtures in the lonely hours of
Night make a mockery of
Silence.

Toe to toe, they
Allow no clean air to
Permeate my sallow skin.

Dancing has never
Acquired such a
Neurotic and nihilistic
Cacophony of
Insipid thoughts and
Nightly meanderings into a
Gargoyle's ugly head.

Over and over, their toes, like
Needles, penetrate my brain,

Massaging and kneading it like the
Yolk of a deformed egg.

Headaches and spots of colour
Emerge like spectres
And drag my mind into the
Doldrums of demonic hell.