#harker
The hallways narrow stretch along
Amany doors, heavy and locked
A suitable prison, to which I belong
With any passage but windows blocked
And I am imprisoned within
I´m not alone
Let alone with my thoughts
And the strangers away from my reach
But the strangest who attends me
Is the only one I can speak
During day I may wander
Through the halls of the wing
From one locked door to another
Until sunset begins
Then I may granted visits
Of my warden and host
With conversations and matters
Concerning me most
For I can´t but think and ponder
About this evil true intends
That means naught but death to me
My love and friends
God help me,
For I have been used
My own hands have set free
The devil to the world
And the truth will die with me
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 6:13 PM UTC
It's torture,
The way that he stalks her,
Mina, Mina,
Like some childish chant,
He calls her name,
We chant too,
Master, master, notice us,
Love us, want us, worship us,
Because we worship you,
And I have seen seasons pass in an unblinking eye,
How can I sleep when you are always awake?
Entertaining guests in the parlour room,
My pallor turns deathly when you speak her name,
Your next engagement is the chill in my tomb,
The fear I feel in her heartbeats makes my teeth hurt,
They turn into fangs with the bitterness I spit,
When you take her throat, I see red,
But I cannot admit these things to my absent soul,
By you I am vilified,
Like Christ I'd rather be crucified,
My wedding dress you nullified,
Let light stream in and burn me alive,
Burn me dead,
After aeons since the first I thought this bond was unbreakable,
1, 2, 3, women you have guided into your hell,
Still your thirst is unslakeable,
- But what did I expect?
Denn die Todten reiten schnell.
(Translation: Because the dead travel fast.)
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC