Phantasm

You are not human;
you are a poltergeist
trapped in a meat suit.
Tea leave salves,
moonlight strolls,

these calm your restless spirit.
You possess a skeleton
but you are not made of bones.
Cartilage fades without you,
flesh slips away,
blood solidifies a corpse.

But on a rasping breath
you will leave it,
drifting from desert winds
to tropical typhoons.
You shall hear songs and whispers,
prayers and laments,
privy to the world’s secrets.

And a day may come
when a breeze carries you
through the hollows of
your abandoned crown
and you will rise from burial dirt,
a memory made to haunt the world.


crunch Goes Their Skull
Chase them round the town at night.
Their presence seems revolting.
Break their ankles with a hammer.
Then cave their skulls in.
Drag the body back down the road.
Avoiding other people.

If someone happens to see you though.
Then pop goes that weasel.
You may ask, what's the point?
Well I haven't damn clue.

The victims just seem out of place.
too many of them to count through.
You may think this a nonsense task.
Why are they revolting?
that doesn't matter, you've come this far.
There's no point in folding.

hide it
Where are the marks?
Where is the pain?
I see you smiling now,
But it's all the same.

You hide behind,
That mask you wear,
I wear one too,
It's beginning to tear.

Snide remarks,
And a hateful tone,
I feel so 'loved',
I'm all alone.

When the days stop coming,
And my soul is free,
Wherever you are,
Is where I want to be.

I don't know how,
Why or when,
I'm all caught up,
With you again.

Please let me go,
You're tearing me down.
I still love you,
When you come around.

Are you still living?
Oh my dear,
What are you leaving,
When you're done here?

Please put that down,
Your hurt enough.
I know living,
Isn't just rough.

We all have time,
But it ticks away
What will we do?
What will we say?

Where is your heart?
I've lost mine too,
I can't start over
But neither can you