shadows scorch my skin
from pallid white of what had been
now yellow ochre glistening
against red ruby seeping
teeth contaminate with venomous ash
and time that has passed
I carry their heavy chains clanking
under the moon
dressed to kill
deity of doom
screams buried under metal
tainted with arsenic
raw skin and bones
erode
thieves of sleep
reap my dreams
phantoms pulled into darker depths
burned under the sun
suffocating
omnipotent paranormal lock down
my own war story
etched in the dirt
of deceit and betrayal
wishing me buried
hell bound necromancy
tell me lies
that become my truth
rolling off my tongue
like prayers to a fraud
of a lost god
multiplying dream team
of low self-esteem
and misplaced judgment
prince of darkness decoy
use me like a toy
eating away princess of light
what wraith of unearthliness
obscured sciomancy
with shrouded angel skeleton
transparent
lurking
eclipsed my sun
and veracity
changeling
corpse
dappled with melancholy
mirage mirror
destroyed halo
distorted divination
disembodied vestige
inhabited by the uninvited
begging for resurrection
exorcism
exhumation
abject promise
speaks with the sound
of every solemn shovel
shed on my
shrine of soil
infuscate the firmament
shadows don’t exist
six feet under
asunder
at last
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