The Tear
“The Tear”
How many oceans of salt
does it take to form a tear?
Unrelenting waves of sorrow
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families
swept up by the brooms of bitter winds
fouled by gormless folly and ego blown barren witches
Blood thicker than water thins,
played for suckers into the slippery hands of Darkness
delivering what is most precious on
a silver platter for a feast to celebrate
Now there, there Darkness, The Usurper stalks
through Hell’s Chartreuse Gates
slick like a scaly serpent and slithers into
a sterile room, antiseptic floored,
there she teleports her invisible dirt
five fathoms a tone below atone
There, superior in the game she has played
sits Darkness, The Usurper
like a Queen on another’s purloined throne
ever present on the other side with a
Lightless dead mind, sightless eyes,
barred doors closed windows, a passive aggressive smile
obsessed with slicing up another’s pulsating heart
as one with the One never to be mentioned,
like at Voldermort’s behest, the two are close,
they are blood, thick and fast
madness drives two families apart
Darkness drags them through failure
this is no practice run, this is no test,
the rabid monkeys have caught the ugly scent
She eats up greedily the other’s pure Mother Essence
The stage and script are warped, surreal and bent
The great pretender pretends to help
the homeless northward
now wraps her tentacles
round phantom-bellied and satiated
drugging the malleable child with
false nursery rhymes and expensive toys
Kidnapping time she sits like a saint
holding possessively, the golden trophy
another woman’s pride and joy
How many dreams stolen
does it take to bury the truth
good mothers betrayed and their children to buy...
Darkness, The Usurper lives the life, the life of lies
peace doves do not exist do not flutter by
Words and minds caged are held to ransom
by Darkness, The Usurper, the great pretender
who barricades Heaven’s thoughts
like black winged buzzing flies pinned to a wall
consecrated bed time stories are burnt to cinders
all good memories desecrated
all music and keys swallowed
freedom ruthlessly eviscerated
Darkness twists the knife in deeper, and so follows
the screaming monkeys cowardly deserters all -
Darkness strokes a Black Dog
like she cares, then kicks it’s hind into the forever fall
never ending, a bottomless pit, the betrayed, falls burnt and torn
at one with all the other hands fallen and blackballed before
ghosts of former selves, moaning for release
from the wretched wailing wall
Darkness draws forward her brother Silence
he is hidden very well, secrets must be kept
with the key Darkness has swallowed
she undoes his shackles and holds him by a leash,
turning him towards the mirror she holds up for him,
he sees for once that he is real,
fawning over him like a lover done no wrong,
secrets now are just a bad dream,
all secrets now are buried and are sealed
between lines drawn
a child dares not step over boundary to a mother
now long boxed up and thoroughly deceased
buried, forgotten, withered, then unborn
Between Heaven and Hell
Purgatory holds no peace
Freedom is a noose
soft rope forgotten
Lavender and Laudanum
leave no burns at least
A white page bleeds
maggots crawl like
minions waiting for the veil to tear
How many oceans of salt
does it take to form a tear?
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Igu0GCpKVnc
“We are Unloved”/The Unloved
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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