"Standing at the Door of Death"
We are all standing at the door of death
waiting for our final judgment
falling onto our knees
begging for salvation
from a graven image
who can easily plague us with damnation
We keep spinning a new web of dreams
creating new stories to tell
but we turn away when they
turn into demon fairy tales
We long to shed our skin
into the blood red sea
but we never lift ourselves out of the mire
because we're afraid of what we'll see
fecundated in this holy fire
we are stuck here in reality
I'd rather be standing at the door of dreams
where things aren't what they seem to be
where there is no good or evil to speak of
where pleasure emanates from pain
where reality is an illusion
and death is just the same
(published in Outer Darkness, 1997. My Clive Barker inspiration seems to shine through in this poem!)
