Just One More Psychotic Break
by Michael Doyle

Cosmic horror played the killing school
That taught the writer of chilling ghouls
This was the bogeyman's secret in his tomb
That rose up from the barren gothic womb

This was where a dark demon became a faceless god
The place where nothing sinister ever felt odd
Those from the mythos have preferences as to how to die
And who it is they'll prefer being killed by

Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain
Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train
His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy
This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey

The devil's staircase held a lit candle in glass
Past which the unholy would never be able to pass
Until the keeper met the secret opener of the way
And at last, Jack the Ripper had his murderous day

Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary
But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality
Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation
And who is to really who or what is the actual creation

Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain
Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train
His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy
This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey

Robert Bloch wrote silently like a haunter of the dark
He knew black magic, but he never knew the werewolf's bark
The time came, as it does, to wound the souls of all heels
But only a writer like this can count all personal Hells

Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary
But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality
Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation
And who is to really who or what is the actual creation

There, in the darkest dark of all the forgotten portions
Lies the rested way of the vampire's scorn and devotion
Human sacrifice is needed for the bad to reach immortality
To hate this as a way of life is only human sentimentality

All of us seek to live on in life or in our life's legacy
Just axe Lizzie Borden or anyone known as half-legendary
Imaginative tales ravel themselves around dark midnight
Knowing that real bad friends hide in disorder until the light

Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain
Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train
His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy
This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey

Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary
But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality
Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation
And who is to really who or what is the actual creation

(c) October 11, 2024   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved