The Lonely Walk To Madness
The Lonely Walk to Madness
my heart is not a toy
that you can wind up and toss aside
I cry red tears of blood
because you've just ripped out my insides
cut my wounds open and you will find
black flesh because you've killed my pride
spirit, dead, to nothing
my breath turns to fog flowing from my nostrils
because you took back your warm heart
and left me with cold emotions
death is but a heartbeat away
thump, thump goes the drum of my heart....
thump, thump like wardrums it pounds away inside my skull
just like old pennies my nose fills
with the scent of copper
my blood is hot and bitter in my throat
giving my breath a foul stench thereafter
my jaws clench down tightly, eroding my teeth
like rocks on a deserted mountain top
my body rocking gently alone, sweetly alone, coldness alone
and stillness all around
trembling bones collapsing beneath my walk
a long and steady gate
empty and going nowhere..blank
open to nothing and darkness as night
it is the end again
raven beams blood-soaked streams
skipping merrily along
and he's singing that song
biting chills
calamity kills
for his cheap thrills don’t speak his love again
fat piggies that go
to and fro to and fro
wallowing in his filth
can't you taste the flames
biting at his heels
for tomorrows gone, forgotten
besotten
beneath the cold earth
paralyzing fear choking the air
as it turns to must
he's surrounding you with garbage
all his petty rot
who is that shadow in the mirror
invisible lies deceive her heart
black magick spells
making gigantic swells
of fever
you can never tear away his mask of lies
growling noises breaking the silence sharp bones clinging to ribs
acid burning holes throughout
and it passes and churns, churning and passing
it's one step closer to black
tick tock tick tock
piercing shrieks filling with laughter
sticky webs choking and suffocating
dry, very dry now
envelopes of misery stamped to your forehead
broken nails tracing outlines in the dust
the wolf is calling your name
can you hear them calling you
numbness and naked
writhing slowly on the floor
its crawling to you
can't you see them crawling to you
not again, you say
for only fools doth play
the wretched game called love
and it's losers say
love slowly kills us that way
Copyright © Evelyn Jones | Year Posted 2011
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