Its past bedtime. All I can feel is My head writhing Inside out. Trying to lie still But what hits you harder Than a broken wing? Shadows loom like Ghostly taunts of lost days. A knife on my back His taste on my lips. Some long forgotten love Threw me to hell. Eyes open, mind awake The nightmares Even then haunt.
Voices from within the grave A light not seen for A hundred years. This box encased around me Imprisoned and locked Away from the ordinary folk . The religious charms and Superstitious trinkets The false belief of security. No intentions to be a scare But I can't help myself. This itching ache in my breast All I want right now is For someone to put me back To my eternal rest.