Home Alone

Home alone with certain thoughts of a certain point in a certain time.

Home right now, I will be in touch, soon I’ll be in touch with the other side.

Home is here where I get to grips, yes I get to grips on the other things.

The other things; almost possibly, no quite clearly from the other side.

My head is filled with the other things that I surely crave for a little while.

Home alone with the other things, I don’t know why, I don’t know why

I can’t escape from the other things, that are planted deep internally.

They are figments, dreams and nightmarish things,

And finally I find; the truth about, these other things,

I see that they’re dark and so powerfully present.

When daylight comes it will be okay for a certain time as I lay in wait,

As I lay in wait for a certain time, unable to wake while the sun shines on.

I’m nightmare free when the night time ends, but the dreams still come.

I’m still home alone and I’ll always be, while the darkness keeps its hold,

A prisoner inside bricks, inside mind, inside night, I am lost, I’m in pain.

I am feeling such hunger, such instincts I fight, within body, within mind,

I was home alone with a certain view but I feel him now and I always knew,

I was made here, transformed here, I grew inside bricks and mind here.

He came back to a new me, my maker so dark, so powerful, so pure,

My hunger still raw; now it all made sense, the other things were him.

Him and home, my hunger, my darkness, I need him, he found me,

He must love me, must feed me, and yes I was right, I was seeing it clearly.

My master he hunted while I was at home, home alone with my thoughts,

Days he was gone while I grew and I changed; no more shy awkward me,

Only power and rage, it was blood that I craved and he brought it to me,

I did not relish the kill but the urge took me over,

I drank my warm meal with verve and such vigour.

My master looked on with a glint in his eye, for a moment he grinned,

He leered, I knew why, once my craving was sated, his lust must be too,

Home alone with my maker, my master, creator, love of my life, love of my

death.

For these other things are my infinite gifts, from the other side, from the

Other side.