Poetry... and Other Mindless Things.

Before Me That Long Hallway Stands [4/10/17]

Before me that long hallway stands,

Growing it's dark, ghoulish hands;

They pull my chest—my heart is severed—

Eating that muscle that never endeavored.

The mesh of meat and bones and grime

And blood and guts and death divine—

There is no light within this world—

There is no light, no, none unfurled.

Safe—salvation—or rectification—

Distance diluted emancipation,

And broken scepters hang like weeds

Around my head to prompt old deeds.

Blackening gray, I watch my skin—

It's melting—oozing—paying for sin.

All it took was one sad act—

Easy—too easy—to reenact.

Wishful still I venture through

This vile hall that Sadness knew,

The words I once said scratch the wall—

"No one cares—no, none at all."

As I read my throat wears thin,

Bleeding from words of similar kin—

First came blood, then vomit, then "life;"

My lungs and liver blackened by strife.

Before me that long hallway stands,

Ready to take me with patient hands.