A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid Spanning once a serving plate - Oh! that others be alive With such as me for spider bait!
I slunk along the silent hall Of ancient ore attired in grime - Feculent beyond the nose; No bearing here, nor feel for time.
I shuddered in appreciation - The ambience would mortify A feeble mind, aghast, opined Of murky thought, and typify The will of Belial err I brought Upon myself to loathe and dread Exquisite retribution: to linger Oftentimes alive, then dead.
Compulsion saw me edging on Toward a narrow door of oak. Behind, I knew, a greater evil Waiting in her fusty cloak.
A choice of nil upon the table; Aught of leave, I had to face Alone the shrew - her flaming aura Angling me; my deep disgrace From ugly deeds I dealt in life, A heinous world I honed in glee…
'Now take a crooked path to death, For I have come to torture thee! ‘
Out of eyes of orange flame, A piercing glare, then here it came - The cackling cry of chanting song:
'You thought you'd die alone in pain The once - nay nay! you’ll die with me, And so a catch: you’ll die again Ad infinitum - ever be!
Your soul to curse, my heart we’ll gore, Your liver to draw and quarter; A sadomasochistic pair, We’ll slither together in slaughter! ‘
I answered only with a scream, from Sensing near her craving lust. My crimes to answer; wrongs annul; Renounce my soul and turn to dust…
On an evening cool and quiet, Stretch an ear to listen tight - Are you lucky of a moment -? Hark! my clarion call of plight.
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek: A secret message, just for me to share; To take to heart but never dare to speak About or presuppose to other eyes Your open feelings – distant though they are. And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise: A flake of snow returned from me afar.
woke up every morning, my lips on your cheek, a sleepy smile and the chase began;
as I ran towards the invisible goal, it seemed so far away, yet I ran for years and years, expecting it to be near, but getting fooled again and again;
I should have stopped, maybe I should have listened to you, as I kept running towards it, I slowly faded away from your memories, every minute and every second;
now as I stand in the middle, exhausted, tired and clueless, I turn around to see how far I have come, and all I see is emptiness;
lonely, scared and plagued by indecision, I stand here in the middle of nowhere, not sure of which way to go?
should I leave it all and go forward? or should I stay here, hoping you would catchup with me? or should I take the long walk back home to be with you?
far away from what I know, running towards what I do not know, wondering if I will ever see you again, without you, i’m nothing.