Its thunders and storms and rains
flooding the streets outside
And its thunders and storms and rains
breaking the walls inside..

Wiping away all the dust
On the roads and in the heart

Cleansing the surroundings, and
Cleansing the mind

And with all things that floated in the flood
went those paper boats,
The pages of my diary.

Now that the record of the memory is gone,
Wish there was this miracle to wipe the memory itself.

I saw him there under the
treeroots lurking

It was dark thereunder, but he
beckoned darker

                             Still your rotting mouth
                             Shut your eldritch eyes,
                             or everywhere you'll see him

I saw him by night in
my window screaming

He had his owlface on
with eyes like
nectar-filled lamps

                            Turn away your brittle body
                            Draw the covers to your chin
                            and bear the beak in mind

I saw him on Sunday
in the churchyard digging

He laid the bones of my Father
in the wet wormsoil
for marrow cracked and clean

                            Stand still your writhen legs
                            You cast a shadow over him,
                            and he reaches up towards it

I saw him on the strand
in my lover's face seething

He took my lips in his
and breathed into me
her still beating embers

I walked the path back alone,
full of ash

I went to my knees at the altar
and tried to *****

I saw him in the steepled tower
by me standing

He opened his mouth
and whispered the words
I craved to hear

I stood over their graves
and cast no shadow

I slept fifteen hours today
And that means I dreamt of you for fifteen hours,
You haunted my dreams for fifteen hours,
You haunted me for fifteen hours.

Now I just woke up to a gloomy evening
Dark skies and the bells ringing
It has started again,
The thought of you is haunting me again.

I live with a Ghost inside of me.
His cold fingers scratching at the back of my heart constantly.
I live with a Ghost haunting my side.
He is the reason for the subtle breaks in my stride.
And I keep telling myself if I can just leave it all behind,
If I can leave and give myself time...
But not even time can break
what will never completely leave my mind.

Draw your fingers across those skeleton keys
Match your breath to the tempo of my heart
And put the gun down.

I'm haunted by ghosts.
Screaming profanities,
Shattering the barriers of solitude.
Banshees cursing me,
Leading them to the depths,
Of the hell I created.

The blackened pit,
I the tormentor.
Where my eyes pierce
Sweetest fantasy, corrupting innocence.
Filling hearts with dread.

Dreams turned into night mares.
Stampeding insanity,
Like merry-go-rounds
Drilling painful truths into
The painted fictions of hope
That we dream of as children.

I am the madness your heart craves.
And the poison that kills you.

Her breath contained a signature scent, wild orchids secretly send,
a fleeting dab it was, but a swift lightening sketching the sky line
she need not speak, her mere nearness makes his heart spin like a top,
a lance dipped in honey smelling lilacs, hits there with poetic force.

Bleeding love, he is a tree bloomed before season, raining flowers,
why this, her presence or absence, an excruciating ordeal?
no green horn , his love has seen seasons, many a spring and fall.
anything physical has it's limits, this is beyond all comparisons!

The moon beams scorch him, blazing sun loses his power at noon,
poetry makes him wistful, when metaphors speak of hidden yearnings,
stop that haunting song, in a pitch high, difficult to bear it's taunt,
reminding her ,singing about her love, an ambiguous fantasy.

Sometimes the moon shines so bright
and it reminds me of you.
It lights up the darkness
just like you did for me.
Sometimes the sun shines too bright
and it reminds me of you.
The rays can burn you, hurt you.
just like you did to me.
Every little thing in this world
reminds me of you.
The good, the bad, the ugly.
it all flashes before me.
Sometimes I wish I could change it
or at least stop the flashbacks from happening
But we aren't are lucky.
Just like I wasn't when I met you.