Shadows Crawl
Poem
by Alisha Magson
In the darkened room shadows crawl just hanging onto the windows. He screeches and somehow
reflects blue and cold, terrifying and unwelcoming sins.
Gardens reek of death and hatred arises. Men surround with no faces and no names and sweat leaves a taste of lustful perfume.
Voiceless girls in a vision of quiet tortured screaming.
Come the nightmares of innocence to twist the delusions into despair. Go the chimes of a spiritual remind like the forgetful warns of monsters.
Moths lay dead against the blood dropped among dusty footsteps that have faded.
The silence and isolation contained within this moment whispers convincing the suicidal to awaken and the blade stained with tears of hurt to pierce.
The skin rips and tears. Champagne drunken dry for the man's addiction and the fatal position is taken, the man shudders as he bleeds something truly indescribable.
Stars of light from the world he once knew show the wounds deeply cut on his wrist bleeding.
Shadows Crawl© COPYRIGHT 2006 Alisha Magson. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 04/28/06
