'Tis such a dismal day
Naught could be more trist.
Sepulcher stone swallowed in gray.
Twilight lay 'pon midday's wrist.
Somber droplets escape my eyes.
Alps polter in the vaults.
Haunts taunting what therein lies.
Nightmares long bitter truths, naught exalts.
I bestride my personal Golgotha.
Bound to thy cross; thy landmark.
Immerged in noir gothica.
Sinking, drowning in the dark.
Seeking hold where life slips away.
Memories anchor to sordid stone.
Clawing deep into the cold cold gray.
Reminding me I'm alone, so alone.
No sorrows accompany me in abundance.
Plagues and pains fill my heart.
Strength vanishing under their encumbrance.
This shell naught more than a pushcart.
Shoved and shovelled full of mourn.
I cripple under their weight.
Burdened with memories of forelorn.
Resting 'hind this cemetery gate.
Stretched out my pleas for return.
Prayed for what is gone
Now the world shall burn
That we may see a new dawn.
The thieves will pay.
Taken all from me.
Now let them pray.
Let them see.
What it means to exist in misery.
As my light rises once more.
returned to me from eternity.
From infinity's claws restored.
Taste my endless pain.
Feed, feed 'pon my wrath.
May blood poor like rain.
Bleed, bleed it's a blood bath.
Rise my Darling, from thy grave.
Return, my Love, reborn to me.
Accept the sacrifice I gave.
Cleanse me of my misery.
Fill my life as once before.
Walk with me til the last.
Enlighten my heart once more.
Thy death be of the past.
© Jerry Langdon 2016
