The witching hour is upon us,
The eternal clock lies frozen in a prison of time,
I can feel the events around me slowly fading away,
As the light of the moon consumes me,
I stand at the door of time to be.

The sands slowly filling in around me,
As I can no longer move my feet,
I lie sinking in a pit of quicksand,
The beat of my heart now as still as the eternal silence.

As the silence sets in,
The thoughts of my inner mind come out to play,
Wandering the lands of the walking dead,
Running endless into the winds of time and maze of life.

A storm of rain falls upon the emotions of my heart,
So the raging winds call upon the tornado of the beast,
The thoughts run rampant into a rage,
My inner thoughts no longer to cage.

I cry out for all to hear,
Nothing but the silence of the night finds me near,
As the passion grows to a boil,
So the inner thoughts begin to fly,
Into an orgasmic eruption of words.

The door begins to crack,
As the flood gates are now opening,
Flowing with the power of the beast within,
I rant and I rage,
My heart no longer a cage,
The words flow like the very winds of the storm,
Till nothing remains but the silence of the eve.

As the sun slowly arises upon the horizon of the day,
It peaks upon the waste lands left behind,
So you will find my weary mind,
Falling fast and deep into a slumber of sleep,
The witching hour no longer to keep.

Ticktock goes the clock,
As time has returned to the present,
So I return to the maze of the day,
Slumber of my mind to lay.

The inner beast lies sleeping once again,
My inner mind no longer to send,
Till the witching hour returns once more,
And again, the beast of my heart comes out to soar…