Somber notes ring out,

Marking time and counting steps

Counting, catching, calling,

The waifs that lose their tether.

Imprinted upon the mind,

Sordid twists of vines evergreen.

Tightening…

Tightening…

TIGHTENING!

Unable to breathe,

Unable to stay,

No longer the desire to be.

Silver flashes of thunder bolts,

Paints agonising red,

Unzipping the subtle shadows.

Bead of a tear,

Drop of sweat,

Shuddering relief.

New mouths gape,

Gasping in oxygen’s burn,

Until pain morphs to pleasure.

Pleasure born from torment,

A constant want for feeling,

Found only in light’s darkness.

Giddy, dizzy, drunk,

Sweet iron rivers flow,

Downwards, only downwards.

Tributaries collide,

Bound for passing seas,

And Winter’s eclipse.

Windows slide shut,

Weathering the storm,

Which batters every synapse.

Someday Spring will bring

Silent reveries,

Of phantasical love…

A warmth that never came,

For not all are designed for connection,

An aching isolation.

Hold on a little while longer,

‘Til the day where freedom breaks,

It will come

And they will never

Touch you again

Slipping beyond the veil

Life becomes death,

As death becomes life,

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.