Damn emotion explodes
Fear and fire like a fist
Punch into
A melancholy homecoming,
(Melancholy is my home)
Where the shadowmen prey
In familiar corners
That shun light
And engulf even the whirling flames
Of Mac Miller Amy Winehouse Kurt Cobain Scott Weiland Janis Joplin Chris Cornell Jimi Hendrix John Bonham Shannon Hoon
and an infinite army of burning angels that could not beat the demon
Though they did try.
“They failed God” say the self righteous and smug, say those who never suffocated a monster in the dark.
What does it say about me,
that the fallen are my heroes
as much as
Chris Mansfield and Macklemore,
Ozzy Osbourne and Stephen King?
That I respect an influx of chemicals?
Of misfiring neurons?
A conflation of romance and death?
No, I believe not.
The battle is, won or lost
to reclaim the soul,
to pummel the shadows,
Slow fist after slow fist
in the waning light, despite the
haunting knowledge that
The demon is forever
A drink away.
