"Darkness hangs oppressive and still,
casting black veils
of unease upon the night air"
-Redmoonrising
I am that entity, that gravity of sight
which lingers like a bloodless corpse,
a blunted knife, along the droopy eye at dawn.
A shadow buried deep, I am,
within the ever present gray
gathering along the dusk choked eve,
gathering along your rotting heart
where twilight only whimpers life,
where life ends not in sparks, eternal light,
but with your fleshy curtains drawn tight
against my cold, bewitching charm.
Your withered fingers seek me out;
the nostrils of your nose are quick
to catch my scent, my smell, a nauseous scent
which wafts in toxic plumes from deep within
the melancholic grave. Your careless grunts do seek
that torture self-inflicted with the razor cuts infected
with those moon-pocked memories of her.
Ah, her! I'll weave her presence stitched by time
into the hallows of your orbless holes
and sick the hellish hounds of days gone by,
gnawing at remembrance... plucking at
the tender skin of promises revoked.
Too late the hour now...too late the words
spewed from your mouth... "Forgive me, dear,
forgive me, please and grant me peace."
But this unruly darkness, knows no forgiveness.
It's appetite for suffering shall not be starved
by earnest quotes screamed before an alcoholic universe
which staggers through frost bitten tears of angry stars.
They shall never reach the budding hope
that angels might in heaven's haunt retrieve
all punishment for true remorse.
Your end shall never come, but cast itself,
fling itself upon the back of nightmares black
that you must stride until the day appears
and strangles me beneath its sunlit breath.
Bronze trophy winner
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