The Elf
I dug a hole Filled it with waste Monsters, you And terrible grace I dug it so deep Lava spat out Burnt all inside Marilyn died I then closed it Banged my head Against a rock Until I forgot King of nothingness As dementia strangled My devil in grave Only elf crave Elf, my metaphor Dangled in rhythms Bound by illusions Who humbly danced Illness entranced In my own abyss Ritual Sabbath Where am I? Who are you again? I do not know. I do not.















