Silence and Shadows
In lightless pit of silent vale
Treading softly on broken shale
No noise I plead, no noise I beg
Lest I wake the beast with in my head
A shadow that slides from place to place
A ghostly shade without a face
Slipping through light, slipping though day
Embracing shadows where I may
In black on black the look of Cash
With foot prints that leave not a splash
Past community I softly tread
Lest they wake the beast with in my head
I stopped just once and there I fell
Through velvet pump into sweet hell
With golden bangs, with liquid fire
To fane the flames of velvet desire
In this sweet hell were pools of blue
A dancer’s beat that skipped and flew
Bright shining lights for all to see
But this woke the dread inside of me
Its rapid eyes no longer moved
It twitched is once still cloven hooves
Unlocking doors with a big red key
The once sleeping beast had broken free
Once sickly sweet now never more
A poisoned font with every flaw
The carpet pulled, no longer tread
With this beast free inside my head
Language spilled like jungle vines
Angry colours and poison spines
Thinking fractal though kaleidoscope
The angry beast gave me the rope
Now sweet hell swings in the breeze
Shattered dreams cut off at the knees
Auto torture, self effacing hate
Are favourite games when he’s awake
Killing this self yet one more time
I killed my friend, my intertwine
No more I scream, no more I beg
As I lock it away deep in my head
Now the lovers clinch and wrestling
The birds, the bees, the doves that sing
Are things of fear are things of dread
Lest they wake the beast with in my head
In lightless pit of silent vale
Treading softly on broken shale
No noise I make, no words are said
Lest I wake the beast with in my head
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2009
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