Shoot Your Questions at the Abyss by Bogdan Dragos

there is one supreme

blissful presence

here

it’s night time

I’m in my element

Freshly awakened

after a day

of sleep

I’m not a vampire

I only used to wish I

were when

I first started living like

this. What can I say, I

was young and playful

Now I know I’m

something

worse than a vampire

My grandmother calls

me a blasphemer

because

God has left day and night

upon this Earth

for work and rest

and I laugh in his face

and piss on his blessing

by using it in

reverse

I sleep in the day

and use the time of

night to

wonder and to ask

why he had created me

the beauty of seeking

answers in the

night is

that you don’t have

to use your voice

writing

will do

You won’t get the

answers, at least I didn’t,

but it feels good…