and through eyes of cobwebbed neglect the ghost of you watching and with shadowy limbs reaching from the mist of silent whispers falling from the voiceless parting of rotting lips, cold and spider bite kissed forever hushed by the worm eaten words I will not miss nor will I mourn their death in the silences…
It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of…
