The Journal...

The pages ruffled
As the winds blow ; through the open door
The candle's blown out
I dont mind the dark

A coyote howls at the moon
The moon light doesnt flinch
Shines through the howl
Tears apart the mask of lies
Revealing , what has been afoul

A mass of flesh
skin and bones , all of it
a face turned pale .....the moonlight seems darker than it...
a ghost of a person lies on the surface 
of the seemingly endless pool of water

and the coyote howls...

the moon , the coyote , the lake
witness to a crime
they weep 
for they cannot tell
they have been cursed with silence
the burden of knowledge eating away at em

the coyote howled....

and a weeping siren ....
out of the night 
came ringing through..
a person had walked by
coincidentally 
or not
the face had spoken out to him
and he obligd

a murder they watched
a murder it was ..
and as it was 
a dear soul had departed

dear to someone other than me
or i wudnt be watching intently
as that mass of flesh 
was taken out ....
wet and dripping ..... water and wine
i wudnt be holding that neck hard
and waiting for the clicking sound
and writing to u this letter ...with all disregard
to the fact that i may be found

i dont care if i am caught
my will is done
my vengeance .... attained
now i wait for the sun...

the sun will rise .... will dawn a new day
but not for her..... coz i took it away......