Hollows of my bones
penetrate deep down, until it eats all the light, little, tiny
which has been trying to grow
To make me smile, like before.
Like I used to, ages ago.
I don’t know what this is. It eats me like a beast.
Powerless it feels,
just as I try to cart my body away from the embrace of the monstrous dark that beholds me with a creepy smile
Telling me to come back to it.
But I don’t.
I won’t, it feels like a conflict to decide between life and living in death.
The brute leers, and smirks with the knowledge it has won, I will return
‘Visit me again, darling’.
It haunts me to see my footsteps crawling back to it.
My feet shrivel, stopping me from once again ending up in desolation.
My eyes, habitual to the redness in them,
Burn red, sensing the menace.
My lungs swell, not wanting to.
My head hurts, not wanting to.
My hands start to lose weight and give in, not meaning to let me down,
But because they’re aware too,
They’re destined to
Go back to what haunts them, not wanting to
And I
I still try
To give them life, to make them once again, rejoice and fly
Make the dead soul I gave birth to, rise
Knock Knock.
Knock knock.
Knock Knock.
I’m terrified. The ghost has arrived, just as it found out,
I’ve been trying to cut the ropes it held me in, tight.
I shiver and slowly edge towards the dimly lit corner of the room and shrink,
Darkness and terror surrounds me; I fail to heave in air
I sense déjà vu
Defeat in the form of the ghost, sweeps me in its arms,
Tells me to shush; We’re flying