The Taker, The Rainmaker
It takes more than just wild-eyed
courage.
It takes a tightrope walker’s balance.
It takes the nerve of a canal
horse.
It takes a knife to the laws of physics.
It takes your hair,
your teeth,
your youth.
It takes the delusion
of hope. It takes all your illusions.
It makes
you wear the mask of a clown
the hide of an alligator,
your shoes
on the wrong feet and your toupee
backwards.
Then it puts your mind in total black sun
darkness.
Then it comes for your name,
your ego,
your identity,
your convictions.
It takes them all and keeps taking,
and keeps taking
and keeps taking
till there’s nothing
on the bone. Then it takes
the bone.
Horror Sleaze Trash 