Had we grace... Had we time...
Not the long weary breaking
and the fall to the darkness inside.
Terrified of livid eyes.
Demonism in a dream.
Howling up through the floor.
Chills my veins, the ghost appears
but I am invisible.

The prison grew dark and bleak
and wintery beasts had driven her to the brink--
the suffering, suffering, suffering.
No god was whispering; no angels weeped;
no will but one alone--and her will was done.
Immaculately she conceived to eat the seeds
to make her sleep forever and ever and ever and ever.
My nightmares are alive!v
Demonism in a dream.
Howling up through the floor.
It chills my veins when the ghost appears
but I am invisible.

The purposeless horrifying
Underneath was all diseased.
How fail white arms to breech this world.
Now wake not silently
but paralyzed, drained, and chewing noise.
The terror, the terror, the terrified.
Can you stare into the ubiquitous black
and save your mind?
Night is always falling.
My nightmares are alive!
Sacred, stoned, and blind!

Where did we lead life away?
Where did we lead life away?
When did we decide to lend the lean remains to the pit?
Why are we made for shit?

01/09/2013

Author's Note: A dirge for my mother.

Posted on 01/09/2013
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