Sorry about this one. It’s a bit depressing – but that’s
all a part of life's rich tapestry
Death Spell
Icy mists of
shame enshroud my blackened-soul.
Harsh klaxons,
blaring from my heart, proclaim all
squalid
thoughts. Flares, illuminating caverns
full of
nightmare-fiends, reveal a frightened child
lying sobbing
in the dark. Metamorphose
walls flash me
naked at the world. Pride deserts
as
gutting-scalpels fling self-loathing-roots and
innards to the
judging, scornful mocking mob.
Flee this
terror of exposure, flee your dear
though
unearned-love, bolt rabbit-scared through
black-night woods on menace-ridden hills. Run,
forever-banished in misery's driving-rain, stumble
black-night woods on menace-ridden hills. Run,
forever-banished in misery's driving-rain, stumble
bleeding on
the flint-hard nettled-fields of pain.
Reality
dissolving, sombre-brooding roots,
Zombie-float
through mirage-days of chilling
vapour-dreams,
curled up tight in flimsy-veil of
shielding-shell,
tried; condemned; exiled within a
self-made cell,
impotent to melt the fangs that
freeze the
bonds that bind the death-wish in the spell.
Poison-seeds
rain soft on fertile gardens of
a
troubled-mind. Flowers bloom, in whats?
and whys?
and awful rows
of fearful hows? Answers ring –
crystal bells
– from secret-lakes of tear-blood dew.
Help-cries
garble, sane outside... death-mad within.
Talk ‘morrow-talk
with me ten-million-miles
from you, engrossed,
obsessed, cocooned within a
dreadful plan.
In here there is no coming-dawn,
no more, no us, no anything. Who loves you
so, would go and
leave you with this mist of shame.
You found my
shame and beamed into my soul with
rays of
healing-truth, dispelling mist and vile
veiling-shell
while thawing out the frigid-spell.
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