A Long Night's Journey Into Day
A Slip Of The Pen
An apparition of echoes
transparent and fluid
ghastly and rising up
above the walls and to the sky-
bursting in hot clouds of horror
that rain down and slither
through cracks in the ceiling.
It haunts me in your room...
collects in puddles on the bureau,
oozes and trickles down the mirror-
Propelled by some force
that pushes you to leave me
crying in the bed alone.
Adrift on ebbing waves of it
that crash and bring me down.
The night never ends...
it only brightens till
it dims again.
transparent and fluid
ghastly and rising up
above the walls and to the sky-
bursting in hot clouds of horror
that rain down and slither
through cracks in the ceiling.
It haunts me in your room...
collects in puddles on the bureau,
oozes and trickles down the mirror-
Propelled by some force
that pushes you to leave me
crying in the bed alone.
Adrift on ebbing waves of it
that crash and bring me down.
The night never ends...
it only brightens till
it dims again.
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A Slip Of The Pen
A Slip Of The Pen
