Shadow Shiva

Who are you?

You dream spoiler,

spanner in my works,

crusher of new leaves,

innocence defiler,

the catch that always lurks,

prince of equanimity thieves.

 

The same old adversary,

I’ve been fighting all my life.

Happy anniversary,

my shotgun wedding wife.

 

I never used to see

your sneak attacks,

timed perfectly,

aligned back-to-back,

to sabotage me.

 

But I learned to weigh

the usual precursors,

gauge darkness holding sway,

smell milky wet nurses

waiting in the wings,

aching to suckle

the latest bastard spawn

your violation brings.

 

Satan’s brood put to breast,

inside cuckolded dreams lying torn,

misappropriated precious things

fashioned into a nest,

to cradle our foul offspring,

whom I’m blackmailed to feed;

lest their demented cries,

sow my mind with Devil seed,

which never dies,

but breeds inside,

or damn my eyes,

I must commit infanticide.

 

Either way you win,

you murder sweet hope,

with demons born in sin,

birthed by succubus bitches,

like pubes placed in my new soap,

like unscratchable itches,

planted underneath my skin.

 

Sick sadistic shadow Shiva,

hunting me all my days,

misplaced misanthrope,

serial dream cleaver,

following me close always,

chasing me onto the end of a rope

and sneering as you pull the lever.