Black Cross

A cross upon the bedroom wall,
shrouded in darknes it calls out
“Wake up, the world is coming down.”.

The street lamps light a wet old brick road,
the dead now walk the earth.
Non-surreal world,
physical laws unapplied,
who will save the sane?
Some beings just cant change.

Beautiful yet dangerous,
a blaze about me upon this wall,
laughter and a voice I do hear.
One is myself, the bastard who nailed me up,
and laughed at what I’d done.
The second unkown,
her voice soft and calming,
she said “Burn…”
“…Together…”
“…We’ll burn together…”

Sweet days of summer,
the snow is not cold.
She is a pyre incarnate,
incinerate,
an inferno turned to flesh.

To my loved ones I call,
so far to fall,
a creepy green light in my eyes.
A spark’s smokey breath,
like a moth drawn to the flame,
see the sadness and longing in my eyes.

Say the words I’ve longed to hear,
pinch, bite, kiss, suck, lick and sear,
all in a pyromaniac way.

At the funeral you will be there.
Now and forever, I’ll be there.

Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds,
I’m her slave, waiting for her to ignite.

All cremated equally.

  ¶ 4:44 PM