Graveyard Voices

Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds Watching things spin Listening to graveyard voices Of owls and bats… On tombstones, I sit! I see things that should not be. Things that are of deep nightmares! Hallow things creep... Watching skulls scream Memory is fuzzy as shadows swell My minds eye once one sharp now Soft in the frame, the shadow of people I knew once? Maybe? Linger here and there, a mumble of voices dwell… Soft images drift, a car crash, a spill of light! Crimson and Cobalt strobe into the secret night. All are slow in the process of time... The headlights boar deep into their night The screech of wheels, the slow-motion crash in soft lines! ...all is a fuzzy memory. I know not where or when I know I am just here Remembering my life in silhouettes and fire. My mother's voice dying in course din of metal, mired! The father's hand goes slack the redness paints all, ruddy black! Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds Watching things end. Listening to graveyard noise. Of black cats and slinking rats… ...and unknowable things! On a tombstone, I sit... I see entities that should not be Of things that are in the deepest of nightmares! Hallow wraiths creep! Skulls watch with grins. Woolly is my memory as shadows dwell. All I have is a fading soft, sigh! Like the gentle wind... The lingering touch of mist A fleeting ghost of a memory... ...a quiet graveyard voice…!