the vomit of an abused soul
in comic malefunction unraveling
the mirror reflects a bitter taste
silence backwards makes no sense
manifestations constantly moving
unpredictable ghosts never say die
footsteps that were never heard taken
disruption settings in time and space
archaic nightmares shattered childhood
silence of coldness stops inside of you
decayed anxiety the future looks bleak
a new edge formed from these knots
the sons of death met hansel and gretel
moving forward on a bus journey to hell
chain reactions twisting turning the screw
a gravedigger whistles as the door closes
vampires orgy inside hapless memories
hunting in packs past fixations take over
token gestures of normality trying to forget
without warning vivid links resume within
built in resistance crumbles into crisis
inability to move ceasing to exist outright
conflict of recognition contamintated residue
self hate self destruction controlling the dice
destroying the evidence without a clue
unfocused scare tissue hope disappeared
searching for ones heart breaking in two
dust settles on a painting by numbers
Comments
Ah, Charlie, you can sing the song… !
thanks margot nothing wrong with a good old song…even a lament
– charliethetramp
super powerful imagery, love the word choice here
moving work
many thanks shoaib much appreciated mate
– charliethetramp
thank you kindly bobby,i feel honoured
– charliethetramp
“the sons of death met hansel and gretel”. The images you conjour up in your writing is fascinates me Charlie. And congratulations on your well deserved feature.
thanks annie,…….its always nice to get a feature and they are appreciated
but it doesn`t matter if i don`t get any either
– charliethetramp