The 24 Knives of September
Twilight, the phantoms of the past cavort
Willow trees bending to the winds of change
Eternity in the darkness of autumn nights
Never knowing whether I shall live or die
Tell me why my blood must feed the piercing thrusts
Yell and scream at me, I no longer fear my demise
Forever young, I dreamed of love
Over the waterfalls my dreams were tossed
Under the bridge where the evil gnomes live, dreams died
Running over my heart, the cold dark water to entomb me
Killing me they seem to feel, will be a pleasure
Not for me to speak up, for I desire it
Insight and realization that for me, illusions exist not
Visions of my body, torn and carved, replay in my head
Ever and ever and round and round
September’s knives shall slaughter me into the ground
Killing my soul was an easy task
Intended kisses you knew could not last
Luscious dreams turned into cold heartless nights
Licking my wounds and weeping in fright
Intense horrors, as the knives dig deeper
Nowhere to run and hide, no hideout for the forsaken
Gone are the hallucinations of a lover’s paradise
Memories of the 24 knives of September
Entwined in blood I shall take them to my grave
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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