Tuesday, 23 September 2008

• Currently Listening End of Silence By Red Lost see related

  Ashes are falling –
  Cinders

  I watch the orange bits
  Fall through the ground –
  An endless hole gaping
  Where the leaves part into form
  And a body descends

  Into a world of nothing
  And nothing and something –
  Else I must tell you is that

  We are dropping, dropping
  Like hot sweet honey from
  The tip of his nose…
  Into the pit – under the ground where hell awaits

  This place – completes me
  This shell of a hollow skull
  Where we keep hidden
  And he goes –
  Wherever we go, but really
  We are his steps
  And his eyes
  And his mouth
  And his honey

  We are walking in the water
  And slowly, we are dripping

  Dripping from monstrous heights

  Like cinders from a flame
  Every skull on fire as we melt –
  And drip – floating always just ahead of him
  In the stream of things, but

  He will always scream our name –
  “Darling, please come back, you are my shame.”

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