The musick...
The sound of a lunatic
Its elegy haunts me
Is it coming from me?

Earsplitting voices
Nefarious laughters
There’s no choices
must look after

Steps in the corridor
A breeze from a window
A vestibule with a single door
Stretches in limbo

Time slowed…
Stopped…

I dropped

Stray was my vision
In blur, insane
With Gained precision
Basking in pain

…Levitating
Something’s pushing

Smears of lights as I’m shifting

As I’m forced to the doorway of the corridor
Suddenly I’m there, standing on blood from the floor
Leaking beneath this door
A stench behind the core


My heart is throbbing
I twist the knobbing

Smells grew piquant
Fumes indignant

Red Rum on the Grand piano keys,
Heh...The sexual embrace of death and symphony

Beneath a dead man’s body
Face down rotting
Murder probably
Is what I’m pondering

The doors of the present, tells me nothing
and in this circumstance, I need enlightening

I punted the corpse
Darting out with force
Pestilence flow out
Swarms from his mouth

Maggots betwixt his skin
Flies about him chase
Façade grotesque and grim
But…I could still see...his face had my face

My pocket drenched in blood
A switchblade…used before
Rusted, corroded in crud
Split hair, flesh and gore

He was in the nude
To my suprise, I was too
…Rebirth

Then time slowed…
Paused…

Then mind doubts

But the truth was
This mental abstract reads!
Never again will he be
But, he in fact was me

I gave him a casket
A shroud of black plastic
And dragged his carcass
In search for a campus

It’s the only way to finish what was started
The only way to atone for the darkness

Night after dark
I tread the streets
So a dead man’s heart
May rest in peace

In ironic expediency
Stands a dark fallen, secluded cemetery
And then I sauntered inside
The death valley, heaven wide

I discovered a shelter
With picks and shovels
I prodded up the pasture
And dug down twelve feet in level

I dropped down the dead and things of the past
Forgetting those things which are left behind
Alas, discarding the life I had
Casting away an innocent mind

I walk away from things of the ere
Forgetting those things that are meant to fear
A part of myself buried here
Washed away, in heaven’s graveyard tears



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