is it...

       

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul

   

her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine

~

the choice...

On this narrow planet, 

we have only the choice 

between two unknown worlds. 

 One of them tempts us -

ah! what a dream, to live in that! - 

the other stifles us at the first breath!

the game...

she could not run

she could not hide

from all that haunted her inside

strip away the woven webs

of all that dormant dread

and all the monsters that she fed

when to the devil she had wed

and even then

from her own den

she could not hide

she could not run

from what in sin she had begun

it was a game

she could not tame

.

.

.

the doors...

there are things known...

things unknown

and in between

there are

the

doors...