Rigor Mortis
Darkness creeps in ever so slowly like
an eerieness that grabs hold of the soul.
Curdling blood that coagulates in the
night, while it cannot seep slowly from
wounds, it globs and makes a mess as
it splats upon the floor just the same.
.
To be trapped in a fire with the flames searing my skin.
Acrid smoke burning my lungs; in my mind the screaming begins.
Those terrible moments when death is my escape.
When panic fills my mind knowing my doom awaits.
No other death scares me more than to die as the flames burn my skin.
My mind screaming in pain right to the very end
Trickling little droplets of crimson, Tickling down my chin
Drunk of you I have, Taken you deep within
Now your life is mine. For within each drop I consume
Leaves you bleeding profusely, Drenching my senses through and through
The quiet room is overcast with longings of insanity
Stale familiar secrets rudely waltz right through my mind
I've lost my moving thoughts, madness leaking untrained vanities
My unwashed face is pale, your penetrating gaze is most unkind
I'm past the point of gummybears, starbursts oozing from my brain
I've glimpsed what lies behind the truth, desperado inklings
Just another clinking part, reactionary's bolted chain
Dispassion reigns in haunted eyes, consumed with black hole tinklings
Inject a bit of poison's magic, evil wrapped in cellophane
Committing crimes of self-delusion, delirium's henbane
Dangerous deceptions, dazzling ballgowns dressed in white
Caked with heavy streaks of mud, disappointing blight
No longer graceful, beautiful, the primal voice invades
Harsh deceitful lies, no clapping hands of accolade
Eerie midnight writhings, ruined words and phrases set a new refrain
Abandoned consummation, just another fawning doe named Jane
Screaming eyes, distorted faces, Reaching up to take a hold
Skinless hands from unknown places, Wanting to consume my soul
All my sins come hurling back, Cawing, taunting, flying ‘round
Disguised as crows and dressed in black, Transfusing ooze for my blood to drown
Slowly dying with no escape, Smothering, choking scream with fright
Closing in, the veils opaque, Screaming eyes took me last night
.
She sits there, propped up against the
wall, where she died long ago. Her blood
congealed with time, yet still drips a little
at a time. It's only her soul that keeps
the red oozing through the tiny wound in
her chest, where her heart was torn
out. Love lost long ago killed her slowly,
the ache finally took its toll upon the body.
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first an last is my view of self, of person, of a portal time of the reversal of my life,
my skin, my course, and the secrets that are kept for once in me.
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