Half-past midnight on a winding road
Limited visibility in this blanket of fog
High stakes guilt for a debt still owed
Witness stifled at the bottom of a bog
Somewhere between living and dying
Where routines are locked into memory
Invading privacy so deliberately prying
Pounded into powder polished in emery
Rumors start spreading out of control
Soulless men feast on innocent blood
Empty vessel unable to ever be whole
Time falls quickly with a sickening thud
Somewhere between living and dying
Where routines are locked into memory
Invading privacy so deliberately prying
Pounded into powder polished in emery
After all the nightmares planted doubt
While spinning a web thick with deceit
It’s only in light will hope guide us out
Snatch victory from the jaws of defeat
Somewhere between living and dying
Where routines are locked into memory
Invading privacy so deliberately prying
Pounded into powder polished in emery
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026








Ingenious write, Damian. That third stanza packs a lightning fast, tower crumbling wallop. It is a boulder through stained glass and I admire the talent apparent throughout. Clever poem, my friend, the potential for an intensely epic song is here.
wishing you well
Clay