midnight in my garden
no moon upon my rest
words that once seemed harmless
lay heavy on my chest
wicked fingers on my neck
head bent to pray in bow
what seemed my future night light
is merely a flicker now.
dawn has come to wake me
with heavy rains that bruise
solitary teardrops
of the mentally abused
cackles of evil laughter
ring crystal in my ear
pouring liquid mercury
encases my heart with fear
sitting near the entrance
young bride outside the cave
rocks her silent infant
suckled to the breast it craves
twilight has embraced me
blood colors fill my sky
yet the blazing of the absent sun
still burns my crying eyes
the clock inside the bell tower
invades this silent tomb
crawling through the vines
returning to her womb
viewing weakened arms held slack
his face exudes disdain
nair the feign of passion
can ease the gripping pain
laying between the oaks
sleep escape the screaming
nightime spirits dance inside
speak whispers to the dreaming
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