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“Inner Sanctum”

In light of the darkness

The sum of all fears

If Saturday night doesn’t bring you to tears

I put on a face to show to the world

I cut my eyes so I cannot see

These horrors that have haunted me

Look at the way it all turned out

See the world spin

Hear us all shout

Now is so much easier than before

I gather myself and walk through walls

Summer is over and it smells like Fall

The walls have ears and the windows have eyes

Conjuring spirits through my closed fingers

The ghost of you forever lingers

I can’t see you anymore

You walk with blood in the palm of your hand

Scorching the earth and staining the sand

Will you carry this weight in the valley of souls?

The children are leaving

Their bodies interweaving

All Hallows’ Eve belongs to the lonely

Hearts still beat to a funeral drum

Waiting for the night to come

The stars are there for the taking

They move just for you

Guiding everything you do

You can touch them with your bare hands

You can reach them in your dreams

If you only knew what it means

There are creatures that are stirring

In your muscles, your bones and soft sinew

Another fright begins anew

People are screaming

Faces turn and fold within

A seance is about to begin

A service for those so dearly departed

It starts at the stroke of midnight

What sights will stir about tonight?

An inner sanctum opens to you

You can hear those demons snarling

Oh, isn’t Hell just darling?

But on nights like these when the banshee screams

You‘ll still hear me growling

A cacophony well worth howling

—David Allen

“On the Shores of Madness”

Peeking at the world through closed fingers

I glimpsed the horrors that hide in plain sight

Finding doubt where hope still lingers

Tracking scars from an ongoing plight

Madness approaches on the tips of its toes

Creeping around on all fours

It sews its seeds where fear still grows

Leaving refuse scattered along its shores

Madness closes in like a sleuth in the night

It slips down dark corridors

Straining hope like a sieve and replacing it with fright

Like mischievous foes in shadowy corners

Something lurks in forbidden places

Secret figures that creep in our dreams

They’re all that remain of familiar faces

Forever trapped in eternal screams

— David Allen

“A Stranger Unto Me”

I thought she was an angel

But I had the wrong address

As above, so below

And I’m sure you know the rest

I had planned never to speak of her again

So many words have I wasted on her

So many emotions, too

“Never again,” I told myself

And yet, here I am, once again

Stuck in this endless dance with you

If the mind is an uncharted labyrinth

Then surely the heart is a library of mysteries

A conundrum within a paradox

Like a soul without a body

Lost amongst the reeds of despair

Adrift in a sea of imagination

What secrets await us at the end of our journey?

What keys will the universe reveal?

There must be a vault where I store all my thoughts

But I’ve somehow forgotten to lock it

I left myself open for all to see

And the code is now lost to me

She too will someday be foreign, you see

Speaking in a language I care not to learn

She’s like an incomplete thought to me now

A sentence unreadable

Scrambled and unintelligible

A contradiction of herself

And with a tiny nod, I was poured another drink

Then the barkeep in the trashy coat and uneven tan said,

“This is how it all began.”

And with a shifty wink and a feigned smile, I replied,

“And this is how it all shall end,” I lied

Our chapter may be at an end

But fiction can always have a sequel

And then…

We were strangers once again

— David Allen

“Into the Fold”

In this life that we live

Given to us without our consent

Taken from us before we’re done

We’re tossed out into the fold

To spread our wings

To crash or fly

To reach new heights

Or plunge and die

Weathered into silence

Whispered into gold

We enter into the fold

Entangled in the breeze

Shivering in the cold

Like voices in the reeds

That ring like songs of old

There are dreams within dreams

And nightmares to which we give pause

There are fears that we face

And faces that we learn to fear

There’s a way to win the world over

To start anew with a fresh set of eyes

It’s what we choose to do

That takes us to new highs

— David Allen