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Sometimes I Still Think Of You

I. Dark tree hanging above us in the night

Casting out shadows that try and steal babies in the silence

These creatures sway with the wind singing out tunes of old

Scratching at one another, fighting for superiority.

We watch as their shadows **** each other off one by one

The dark moon shining above gives us no warning of what’s to come

Sitting up there watching out over us, like an old man.

Grandpa sits in his chair and observes his children

Whistling into the night sky, joined by a chorus of stars

Each wrinkle, with a crater of its own, screaming out to us

Screaming about what was to come.

 

A dark rider pulls up in front of us

His bony fingers crack as he motions for you

As in a trance you are hypnotized by his gaze.

His dark cloak shining in the fire that blazes behind him

I can see dust resting on his shoulders, but you remain transfixed.

You’re eyes begin to darken and you grow dimmer.

Flickering as each second passes, flickering

Like a candle running out of time.

Flickering like a flame being choked out.

His dark eyes look deeply into your equally dark heart

Ringing out to him in a bass-like tone, that only the evil can hear.

Ringing, singing, tearing away from me, from our life together

Here on the top of this dark hill, above this dark town, in an even darker world.

 

The dark cloaked man rides off into the east as the morning sun rises

The only source of light, making its way up the ladder

As its dark counterpart retreats in the opposite direction.

I’m looking up at him as he warms my face

Father is home and has taken his rightful place on the throne

A light smile creeps up on my face as I look back at you

All I see is the empty look that your dark eyes return.

 

II. Train engines roaring in the background

Chugga chugga chugga chugga

Smoke rising ahead of him as he thunders on,

Through your thick eyeglasses you’re watching closely

We’re sitting in your room, an empty bottle of gin in your hands

Window open and the cool evening breeze blows in

Blowing your hair back like a model

The diseased air catches fire in your face.

As in a fitful rage you scream out like bells ringing in my ears.

The sun is smiling in making his appearance short as he retreats west.

 

Your dizzy eyes look into mine singing out to me

“Chugga chugga chugga chugga”

You say to me laying on your back in a drunken haze.

Your locked door groans under your father’s fists,

And he comes raging in like a train steaming down the tracks.

Kicking and throwing himself around, lashing his eyes at you and me,

Wreaking havoc on your room, the wild creature rears up to fight

And scared I run out the window, escaping the hell that you’re stuck in

Like a fly trapped in the web of a spider at lunch time.

I hear the faint

“Chugga chugga chugga chugga”

In the background under the noise of my feet on the concrete.

 

III. Your engine roars in the early morning air

Raising hell underneath it, and fire in its past.

Roaring like a lion on its prey

The tires screeching like the prey itself

As you come to a halt in front of my house honking the horn

Screaming for me to come out.

I already know what’s in store,

Why you’re here,

And here I am stuck in this place

Like a prison and you’re my jailor.

If you think I’ll develop a Stockholm syndrome you are sadly mistaken

Your mouth running wild with the horses in the fields

Like a sailor on a ship

Raising war with every sentence that you speak

Singing in the rain of hatred in your eyes

As you look me down with your laser vision

Eyeing me up like a hawk swooping on a field mouse.

Sharp talons sharpened daily

You raise fear with your body,

A shiver flows through my veins deep down in the soul

I feel cold with you staring at me like you do.

Hovering in the thick air above my lonely prison cell.

Looking only at me.

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