Confessions of a Spooked: Entry One of All Hallows Eve...

 

A knife flying through the darkness...

strikes a table,

strikes a wall...

you see its' silver light,

within your thoughts...

and in the night sweet,

about you...

for you do not wish to wake,

the stirrings...

that stalk you in your thoughts,

and desires...

and time and time again,

we stare into the mirror...

only now,

we have seen...

the true monster that lies there,

Monster, Monster, Monster...

Come out,

we don't sleep anymore you see...

and we like the pain,

of your claws...

so like comfort,

in their lack of love...

in their disinterest,

and the pale fingers...

that lead you nearer to death,

each hour and shaking minute...

and hypnotising you,

with his words...

that sound so welcome,

to ears that have despaired...

at the idea of life,

for so long...

For you see,

it is not Heaven we desire anymore...

for where is there night?

Or the beautiful elderness...

of the stars,

and the midnight walks...

and secret talks,

and no we shall no longer dream...

besides,

where is room...

for darkness and mystery,

within that light?

 

 

Though you once longed for it didn't you?

Your soul turned...

and now it is carved to pieces by the blade,

and turned to ash...

burning the skin from our fingers,

and the screaming darkness within...

See the marks chipped into our walls,

and the gashes you chose to ignore...

Go ahead dear,

smash the mirror apart...

a thousand times if you must,

but no...

no point,

anymore...

for the mirror is within your head,

and it reflects back to others...

themselves,

so you see...

how can you be anything,

but a reflection of those who see you...

they see nothing but themselves,

and so change...

and never see the labyrinth beneath,

though they try to alter...

though they try to possess,

for who does not love...

themselves?

 

 

 

You watch the walls...

until your eyes they bleed,

and ten hooded figures...

bring you a decree,

of silence...

within.

 

Come now,

why so afraid?

Not anymore you see...

we take the fear as a blanket,

so that we are not harmed...

when Daerk dwells within,

why not make friends with the horrors?

Then perhaps they'll humour...

instead of torment,

and in the end...

they whisper to us our escape,

our freedom...

take up the blade,

bury it deep within...

feel the darkness explode from beneath,

and set fire to the angels here...

for we are doomed,

and we are cursed...

we have cut away our smiles,

so that we may no longer be immersed...

by those,

those smile vampires...

who seek to devour,

and now....

to destroy the mirror,

free thyself from the prison...

that has formed about the fragments,

of your mind...

and we break,

and fury...

and static,

until all of it could tear apart...

smash fists,

destroy the dust that has settled...

from us for so long,

just release the leviathans...

for really how long can you endure,

holding them back...

as they hack and scream,

at your mind...

until you lock yourself away with insanity,

to endure...

so go now,

destroy the mirror within...

and perhaps we will find something other than Heaven,

a pale stretch of beach...

where a figure waits,

and nothing else matters...

and you forget the darkness,

and the stars dance through the blue night...

and moods of lanterns lit,

come now dear...

deceive yourself,

for yours is the depth of the ocean...

to be bound deeper,

beneath the crushing blankness...

of its' endlessness,

now see not the nails that scratch...

upon the windows at night,

perhaps you will be able to forget them...

if you turn the TV,

the radio up...

loud enough to not hear them.

 

Whoo-Whooo....

 

xx