Mysteries

Mysteries open my mind
to nightmares of my kind

Mysteries tell me so
until my insides feel aglow

Mysteries make me hide
and escape away on some dark ride

Mysteries make me dream
about realities that never seem

Mysteries often appear
inside the grins of yesteryear

Mysteries reveal visions
that lead to compensatory suicidal provisions

Mysteries f**k me hard...


and then I climax and awaken to the arcane erection of an unknown bard