DOCTOR

SHE  WALKS  INTO  THE  ROOM  SKINNY  AS  A  BROOM.

SLIPS  ON  HER  GLOVE  WITH  BARELY  A  TUG.

THEN  STICKS  HER  FINGER  INTO  MY  NOSE  

ALL  THE  WAY  TO  MY  TOES.

SHE  TELLS  ME  IT  CAN  NOT  BE  BUT 

I'M  OUT  OF  HER  LEAGUE.

TO  FAR  ADVANCED  FOR  HER  TO  TAKE  A  CHANCE.

MY  HEART  FRIGHTENS  AS  MY  CHEST  TIGHTENS.

      RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS

FIRE

IT  CONSUMES  ALL.

 IT  GROWS  OH  SO  TALL.

DEVOURS  MEMORIES  BIG  AND  SMALL.

IT  HAS  NO  DISCRIMINATION  AS  IT  CONSUMES  ALL.

PLEASE  GOD!  PLEASE  GOD!  PLEASE  GOD!

HELP  ME!


         RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS

HOLE IN MY SOUL

THE  WHOLE  OF  MY  SOUL  CONTINUES  TO  GROW  

AS  THE  HOLE  IN  MY  SOUL.

MY  MIND  FOLLOWS SUIT  THE  BEST  IT  CAN.

I  DO  NOT  UNDERSTAND  THO  I  TRY  

BEST  AS  I   CAN  WHY  THE  HOLES 

 CONTINUE  TO  GROW.  I  AM  PUT  ON  HOLD  

BECAUSE  I  HAVE  NO  SOUL.  TRUTH  BE  TOLD 

I  AM  SLIPPING  DEEPER  INTO  A  DARK  HOLE.

THIS  I  SEE  AS  THE  LIGHT  FADES  FROM  ME.

LIFE  FADES  FROM  ME  AS  I  SLIDE  INTO

MY  OWN  DEEP  DARK  HOLE.


        RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS

PAIN

I  BARELY  NOTICE  THE  PAIN  UNTIL  I  SCREAM,

DID  NOT  KNOW  I  LIVED  IN  PAIN,

THOUGHT  WE  WAS  ALL  THE  SAME,

BUT  I  LIVE  IN  PAIN  ALL  THE  SAME.

I  FORGET  ABOUT  THE  PAIN  UNTIL  I  SCREAM.

AS  I  WRITHER  IN  PAIN  THE  AGONY  IS  INSANE.


           RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS

SMELL OF STEEL

THE SMELL OF SURGICAL STEEL AND THE BLOOD FROM MY SOUL

THE FEEL OF STAINLESS STEEL SLICING THRU MY SOUL

THE COLDEST CHILL THAT I FEEL IS THE SENSATION OF

THE COLD STEEL WHEN IT SLICES MY SOUL, RAZOR SHARP

AS I SIT IN THE DARK, THE STAINLESS STEEL THAT I FEEL.

THE FEEL THAT NEVER COMES!

RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS

RAMBLINGS OF A MAD MAN

THE DEVILS TALONS BURIES DEEPER INTO MY BRAINS,

IT’S NOSTRILS FILL WITH THE AROMA OF DIGESTED ROTTED FLESH

WHILST THE EVIL SPIRITS FEAST UPON BODY AND SOUL

THE SWEET ANGEL OF DEATH FORSAKES MY CRIES FOR MERCY.

IT COMES TO ME IN THE DARKNESS OF SLEEP

AS FOOLS TAKE CONTROL AND THE DARKNESS CREEPS

IN TO MY SOUL.

UGLINESS WALKS THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

ITS TALONS PREPARE THE FEAST OF SOULS,

MY FACE TINGLES , MY TOES WRINKLE WHILST

THE FEAST IS UNCONTROLLED.

MY MIND BEGINS TO THINK.

IT SEEPS THE TROLLS OF TRUTH AND WEEPS.

AS MY NOSTRILS FILL WITH THE STENCH

OF ROTTED FLESH, THE HOLES CONTINUE TO GROW,

AS ROTTEN OOZE FILLS THE HOLES THE FEAST OF THE BEAST

CONTINUES UNCONTROLLED.

MY FACE TWITCHES AS ITS DEVOURED WHOLE.

THE WICKED SMELL OF THE DEVILS ENTRAILS CONTINUE

TO FILL MY NOSE AND THE CRIES FOR MERCY TO

THE ANGEL OF DEATH GO UNHEARD.

WHY IS MY FLESH DEVOURED FOR SO LONG.

WHY MUST MY FLESH BE DESIRED BY EVIL SOULS.

WHY MUST I BE EATEN ALIVE AS THE ANGEL OF

DEATH SITS QUIETLY BY….

RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS