(heaven and hell,
I know them well)

The walls bleed a bit
and I scream a blue aura
from my nicotine-stained fingers.

This is something to remember.

Nights like these,
left alone with a silvery moon
outside my window.

Staring out over a jungle
of madness.

When I get the courage
to face the night.

The night,
with all its mystery,
stirs me into a subtle
and calmed frenzy.

I caterwaul a river of insanity.

Out the window
and at the moon.

She smiles and gives me
courage,
and I am not alone.