Beyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and caramelized poems, I try to scream but
there's only Silence, oh where am I?
Where is my halcyon voice? Why am I here?
Lost to the sighs of Memory, losing the
melody that once bound me to Eternity...
I feel some unseen phantom fingers untie the
lacings of my mind, through the sieve of my
gothic glamour I fall far from the Light,
into a haunted place where the dead live and
I am living undead too, the walls are tormented
with every crack and creak of the spirits
making their presence known, the wallpaper peels
a rhythm of a tragic dance I think I remember,
walking down these decrepit halls strewn with
ancient mood and mummified emotion I can feel
you with me, moving to the echo of a lonely
waltz we used to know, my veins are sewn
inside out with your apparition light, my eyes
are bloodied by your beautiful eclipse,
oh dearly departed spirit come back or take me
with you, since you left I am lost to the
Darkness curdling inside, lost for so long
to this haunted place, I must be a ghost too...
Dear spirits, welcome to my haunted place,
seething Darkness and bleeding long dead
memories that still bite the flesh from my
bones, here I am stuck in my gothic glamour
crafting a poem from the unburied corpses
I have come to know, dear spirits walk with me
along the rattle and ramble of this haunted
place, my heart is a haunted house replaying
old griefs and role-playing who I want to be,
oh why can't I let go before I become a ghost...
before I succumb to the Reaper's cold embrace
and my dark demise turns me into a soliloquy
-lost to the ravages of Time-and the Moon is
left to mourn for my shade begotten nevermore,
dear spirits I'll take your hand-though gossamer
fine it may be, help me to find the secret
find the key, set me free from this haunted place...
October 14-15, 2012
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