The Reaper's Return

The cockroach crawling inside a satin evil darkness as one clown weeps into silken soft sensual feelings, as a blinking starlight beacon awaits a tense message of doubts from all living dreams becoming nightmares. Bleeding trapped within a shadow’s eerie smile whilst grinning through the hurt smiling at the joy cheering, at twisted laughs with needles of pain, lust, passion and gasping of a victim choking in deep-labored breaths. Choking one heart now taken tragically away from us with a nightshade vision as we blindly walk into the dark night in the realm of the dead, forever gone now, with sad ice-cold whispers playing aloud and so deeply. A taste of Hell and a fool’s game of serious malediction whilst cold whispers compel us ever so against the wind, as a restless soul is cutting ice frozen in a time dreaming of things past with hypnotic jewels of such a deepest beauty. When little gestures that meant so much to us all, whilst lost in a space-dark matter invading and pervading our lives now, a mysteriously hot sulfuric fire burns down the mountainside, as an ice-cold stream in the ocean now becomes a mystic dream. Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2015 (Quatrain)