In the inferno of night

a whisper of loss a phantom lace a ghostly touch fingers close, cold to taste lingers laughter cracked bone-dry air the clock chimes midnight it is backward here in this abyss of my mind seconds falling on stone on the graves of yesterday hear the echoes, love, disdain in the vacant halls in the dark falls a broken prayer on lips of ash moonlights a skeletal grin into the labyrinthine memory where shadows dance your form I trace the ghost of your hand cold on my unforgiving heart, glass yearning sharp it tastes of rust and rain they say the living move on a slow crawl toward the light the light of man is a lie a cruel invention a brutal intention my mind spins wildly to your absence, I fly silent screams of a world you no longer need in obsidian depths where stars are swallowed we can finally intertwine two fragments, a shattered dream I am adrift in the abyss in the inferno of night