Every morning I wake in a vacuous home,
I have burnt every page,
In his subjugate tome,
I lay in the mist like a malevolent ghost,
While the living continue,
As the parasite’s host,
Some give in to my demons that grow,
As Prometheus cries,
In the Hell that is hope,
To live as I relish your desolate plight,
Would sustain my control,
Of such beautiful life.
Tom Jennis – 21/09/2016