Torment upon my Heart…
by Rhys Lawson
Shut the hell up,
Allow me to mourn the death of my love,
It lay now in hollow corners within the un-dusted passageways of my soul.
Starving and thirsty, with heavy steps she decays, alive.
Her fate is not resigned in her but that choice is not for she.
No light enters these halls,
All these eyes are boarded shut.
Only the bitter tempest tendrils find a right of entry.
Once adornment pervaded this castle within the sky,
Dreams and visions, brimming with belief.
Once the painted walls retained their hue,
But everything fades now into the grey.
Red is the blood that seeps, the barbs around my heart,
Deeper with each pulse drives cold rust,
Slowing is the flow, now,
Little left to bleed and weep.
Salted tears have fallen, they continue now,
At every orifice in this dungeon.
Moss takes the rampart where once lanterns burnt pitch, in the dark.
A rime forms upon the cellar door,
Mindful bolts unwilling to turn.
I step to the fractured wall,
Fading to the desolate hell.
Soon the salt and rock will abut with the flesh once more,
Exorcise this pain from my meat.
Soon the raging ground will cool,
As slowly I decay, like the many rooms of this metropolis,
This body is now one bare vessel,
Soon I lie in this necropolis.