Find Me

There is no quiet in the wicked night
Where shadows are birthed
Writhing through sleep shrouded eyes
Rousing her into aphotic collection
Impelled toward dark thorn forest
Seizing her decrepit parody
Limbs whip her pallid face
A splatter of red
Highlights her gaunt essence
Believing hue can conceive dream
Silently licking blood not blood
From her lips~
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go

Her world is on fire
She walks with the dead
Beguiling her way
An orphan in scorched gown
Calloused feet her only confidant
Ashes expose the course
Fate gave without cause
Washed to dirt in places where ghosts
Followed too close
Effigies suck her last gasp of air
And whisper through wisps
Of singed hair~
You are lost
You are lost
You are lost

She is sick from pining
Existing of the old, fragile and frail
Archaic from ages of bondage
Possessed by fiends of the inferno
Though her bones rattle, crack and crumble
Resiliency is her birthright
Fetal face shut tight in womb
Sightlessness a requisite for survival
Evolution ameliorates and amends
Progress has befallen unseen
Open her eyes~
Keep looking
Keep looking
Keep looking

Promises of hope linger in her ears
A source of the auspicious
She cleaves the treasure foretold
A prophecy brighter than fire
A gift to remediate spiritual anguish
The dull ache of her soul
She longs with nothing to long for
Show her the path
To divine manifestation
Within her~
Find me
Find me
Find me