brentellesmith

Your Friends in the Dark

Unsilenced madness, countless insanity
A night with the homicidal suicides, one pill too many
Aurora shimmers and the skin trickles
Come out of your graves and dance with the truly dead,
Death with his sickle
Limbo unleashed and clouds carry black fate
All chained to agoraphobic office work ants, teased by empty
pearl gates
Skeleton hands and hallow eyes
You can trust me, child. Come crawl the path where the wise
and evil keenly lie
A dark, lonely room of female poetry. Melted gravestones for
neighbors
Watch the slouched black shrouds mourning for the lost as
they dodge death with labor
So live with sly smirks and careful wisdom of anti-fear
For we are coming, and you will surely know the
darkness...maybe we are already here.