Visions

Afloat on the waters of my grave,
My sight was restored by hellish hands.

Visions of strange heartache fold before me.

..A death chant..
..An opera of the dead..

Phantoms arose from the depths..
A choir of dark angels.


The Boneman hesitated, for the wind to die,
Then began, pounding hellish tunes,
On a piano that no longer existed.

A godless harmony crept from his fingers,
The blind thoughts seemed to shatter against glass.

Haunting plagues of memory,
Bellowed in the stench of night.
Chords awakened the parched earth.

The Boneman screamed tunes,
Only the dead could comprehend.

His voice muttering marbles...
A tongue with no voice.

With each note,
Crimson streams shed from his gown.

Detailed messages spun ,
Like an unknown cloth to the floor.

My pearls took focus.
The night was silent once more.

Afloat on the waters of my grave,
My sight was restored by hellish hands.