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Consumption of the Soul

A dash of dark poetry.

(A darkened soul sings to the watching night sky)

All hail to The Lost Tribe of the Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 

Outside my windows 
Chanting 
Yes

Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured heart
High

For us all to watch 
The Machiavellian sights
While our blackbirds cry

And in us
Trust

As
I stood waiting 

Waiting all night
Waiting all the next day 
For your call

As they watched
Wasting so much time
After our fall 

On Valentine's Day

But like time dies 
Within each passing second

Our love died 
As the Watchers 
Watched

Within each playing record 

Things I know now have 
Changed forever 

And memories of you 
Still get in the way

For those memories 
Don't need no cue or weather 

To play

So now, there'll only be crying

Crying over you
As silver eyes in our painted white windows 

Shine

Now you've gone

Now you're gone
And are no longer
Mine

No denying the whys
And what for's

As I cry

Yes baby
Our love is dying 

Dying with time
As each of our old records play

And in each second 
Deep down 

I know 
Why 

Why you ran away 

I know I stopped caring
Stopped sharing

As the crowd outside my windows sway
Chanting 

What I was feeling 
When my mother died and I needed healing

Did I take to the Old Jack Daniels 
To hide what I was feeling

So baby
If you hear this

This is for you
My final sweet kiss

One of us is changing
And one of us is dying

And it's too late

For all our Valentine Days 
Have upped and flown away

So I look up

Look up at the Sun
Knowing
I'm in hell

As I hail
The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 
Outside my windows 

Chanting 
Yes

Then
Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured heart high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sights
While our blackbirds cry

While our blackbirds cry
And in us

Trust

For soon I'll step outside
As they bow and go wild

And tonight join the crowd

For they all know me 
Now 

As One of their own

As I pull on 
One of their grey shrouds 
And start to sing

All hail
The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 

Outside all windows 
Chanting

Yes

Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured hearts high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sight
While our blackbirds cry

While our blackbirds cry
And in us

Trust

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

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Lauren Tilley Date: 11/27/2024 6:46:00 PM Wow, this is heavy. The imagery is intense, and you can really feel the pain and longing in every line. The ‘Shadow People’ part gives it this eerie vibe, like it’s something out of a dark ritual. The repetition makes it stick, and you get that sense of grief and loss throughout. Really powerful stuff. Login to Reply