The monsters have come again
tiptoeing through these holy halls
greyly lit in dank remembrance of
springy days and carefree nights embraced
with gentle arms and soft intent.
They're here!
There, peeking past the curtains drawn
against the coming cold that winter sighs;
their long, tapered, spear shaped fingers
leaving blood stain smudges on the window glass.
Eyes!
Black unruly eyes shrivel up my consciousness
dispatch me to a blacker thought: the world no more
than a feasting place, a haunted cloakroom for
impetuous, murderous deeds....
And all your pleads
and screams to God cannot- will not- evaporate
those stinging, eel infested waters of their
ocean depth eyes.... their dark eyes... dead eyes!
I feel much better when the sun is up,
more like a man when the sun is up.
But when his westward blink descends,
when moonlit crevices appear,
when shadows dull... death's cold
proxy stalks its presence near...
I'm not myself... I'm someone else...
some THING else... some THING
which sings in whispered threats
and weeps in deep foreboding breaths
the curse of me... upon you all...
all that sickly sweet humanity.
The monsters...
Yes, they sneak on silent feet
behind my lulling windows... which dare not to sleep...
they whisper like a lisping wind, a whispered thought
not quite heard... but present all the same...
Yes,
they whisper putrid dreams... nightmares
pierce the coming dim with screams,
agonizing screams which twist and strangle
hearing, pounds the veins inside my head
with crushing waves, raging storms,
lighting strikes of bitter words remembered...
you once said to me... you once
spat at me... on any given day...
I want to watch you bleed.
I want to hear you bleed.
I want to see the life crawl out of you
slither down your arms, your legs
like scarlet serpents seeking shelter
from my sacred vow of heavenly vengeance.
I want to feel the throbbing of your heart
as it slows down...
down...
down...
then...
stops.
I want to touch that joy, that pleasure
watching your eyes close... simply close...
never...
to open...
again...
forever.
But it'll pass...
the day will dawn
and it'll pass...
the sun will shine...
I'll see you on the street, we'll chat awhile.
You'll smile, I'll smile, we'll part.
I'll head for home and hope
the night will not come,
the monsters will not come... back...
I'll hope...
but always know within my hidden heart...
they'll soon return...
they...
will...
return...
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