Harlequin Eyes
Cadence
The
cadence marches time
through
the annals of your mind
through
the steps that you take
in
those measured breaths you make
The
rhythm of your heart
is
beaten from whence you start
as
you crawl into that place
with
your soul so stoutly laced
This
montone choral gasp
like
the rusted door hinge hasp
grates
upon your soul
as
it rips you whole
These
groaning chants that rasp
they
chain you with their grasp
and
the night slowly takes
without
its hunger to slake
as
the empty of the night
stabs
through your blasted sight
©
Harlequinn Eyes
8/26/2003