Her Voice Still Haunts It
I hear her calling tearing me
In so many directions these sweet
Voices your voices my voices
Haunt me and I scream back at
Them give me peace of mind in
Turmoil cause I still hear me utter
Letters composing poems disguised
As your name whispers yesterday is not
Forgotten so I turn expecting your
Smile to greet me and it does so I reach
Out to touch your skin but it’s cold pictures
Don’t keep me sane anymore cloud nine
Memories trigger tears I’ve begged myself
Never reveal the secrets my eyes bleed sheer
And salty this manmade seawater crashes
Over my face so I fall to my knees offer
Prayers to Poseidon’s mother she won’t
Answer either so I scream louder awaken
Myself from Hades’ slumber but I’ve begun
To rot already my heart powders dried blood
Through my veins cause I tried to slit my
Wrists again now I can’t even bleed enough to
End my life so I nightmare about your eyes again
This two woman lynching mob their nooses
Paint my neck red with gypsy curses on my first
Dead son holds his weeping mother as her husband
Is judged he sold my soul to God then stole it
Back and gave it to Satan’s angels their bounty
Was more ten ejaculated drops of gold no longer
Pad-locked within your life giving vault heisted
At my request a sin my voice calls it her
Voice still haunts it...
To Be Continued...
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