Every night, I look around,
Constantly peering over my shoulder,
Trying to calm myself with the
Realization that
Nothing is there.
I look upon,
The cemetery grounds,
And try to forget my loved ones who lay buried there.
And You.
The demon who's ghostly image lingers in my dreams,
Of worlds past,
and times anew.
I run,
My feet pounding the hard,
packed earth,
Fleeing past the iron gates.
I collapse from the exertion,
As the grounds run for miles.
I see memories of blood red flowers,
And rotting paper dolls.
Remembering everything reckless you ever did.
Every time you put me in danger,
To save yourself.
Never again.
You yourself lay in this plot of grime,
Death finally caught you,
Racing forever,
Ten thousand miles per minute.
Too bad he sped up on me as well.
This I was.
Now I lie here,
Taking my last,
Gasping breath,
Besieged by trouble,
Fighting for oxygen.
I lie here sobbing,
Waiting for someone to save me,
Like cutting always would.
To bring me into another world,
To be lost from This troubled existence.
I see images of every person I hurt,
I hear the screams echoing
Endlessly in my mind.
I taste the blood
That lingered in the air,
After every day.
I smell the wretchedness of your schemes.
I feel the once cool earth below my hands,
And as I lie here, screaming in pain.
It now burns like every arson I lit.
Shouting, Crying,
Reality twists itself into fragments of reminiscences,
And the pain makes itself too real.
I finally cannot bear it any longer.
I Scream Take me too,
Do not let me endure the pain here.
And now, I close my eyes, still screaming.
I slowly release my grasp.
I feel Im falling,
Into night skies of peppermint and ginger.
I start to plummet, farther now,
Into fields of Anguish and Repetition.
Never to return.
~Shorty~
 
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