Haunting sounds
spun through my head,
like a cobweb disco.
Scratchy vinyl spinning,
repeating,
skipping, seething.
Splitting ceilings dripping
echoed spit-filled breathing.
As the light ahead flickers,
hot breath wrestles the chill air.
Vapour floating then disappearing
in a count of three, embers of life,
drifting towards death.
There is something not right
I feel someone watching...
SomeTHING
Watching me.
Something
in the haunting
melody
that I hear.
It wears me
like a suit of dead air,
just a groaning choke,
emerging from somewhere
in the vicinity of my throat
as if aching to join the chorus.
This mimicry,
words I never spoke,
echo ever onwards
trying to embarrass.
Something in
the recurrent sounds
that I hear,
conjures visions
of nightmares
that I fear.
Something in the songs,
when the sky
whispers her words of love.
Softly, sweetly how she longs
to be.
Only tonight the sky
no longer whispers.
She doesn't
have the softness
to smooth
the crispness of the air.
To soothe the hurt
I wear in ragged remnants
to keep the watching revenant
away from my skin.
Just the raging angriness,
tonight, the sky screams
of agony she fears.
Lures me
closer to the edge
of my sanity
and asks me to leap
headfirst into the deep
to hold her near.
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