As a Child

[zorro]

As a child
I dreamed about the man in black
Waited in darkness
For him to collect
Back then
It was mythological
My pathological
Vision of demons
Dark villains lurking
Searching
Seeking me out
Though the reasons
Never amounted
To more than
Shadows
The man in black
Pitch man
Calls to my damaged
Famished for feeling
A taste misleading
Still seeking
But who will find
Me or him or them
The demons still there
New forms
Old scare
Old scars
New wounds
New nightmares
He’s still collecting
My offering
How much
Is taken
Before I’m empty
Hallow
Shelled and shucked
Frozen and fucked
Over and under
To plunder
My soul