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Lilly
Saint Patrick Patron Saint of Depression: Here to haunt your dreams and stalk your waking hours Started conversation Oct 12, 2004
Marching down those grey streets
mind a whirl
the reddening sky
as flames flicker higher
lapping at the gates of eternity
spirits hauled down from grace
a figure glides forward
hands outstretched
the blood seeping through the fingers
he tosses her aside
the body slumps
head tilted
the neck snapped
forwards forwards
ever on ever closer
slower
the hooks now stabbing at his chest
spinning his cane
the chains are knocked aside
i wanted to know her again
she has the answers
she is my answer
Voices louder like a tempest
screaching inside the mind
leaves rustling the trees apart
thunder crackles
the wounds imploding in his arm
I'm coming my angel
You need no longer fear
lopsidedly staggering
swiping at the ghosts of his memories
the cane falls to the ground
a shudder as further thunder cracks
lip bleeding
pools ink blots on the pavement
slumping forward now
hair whipping cruelly at the weathered features
a face like a mountain
all features building
towards his prominent nose
blinded by the wind
hatred fueling his flaming soul
slowing
the gas lantern marking the corner flickers out
cockrels crowing
time is getting short
a bell tolls
the tower lightening
sunrise glistening
picking out the windows like jewels on an uneaven crown
the rusted gate opens
screaching its anouncement to the guarding gargoyles
wings flapping
feathers flying
mingling with earth and leaves
seaspray flying
rocks crashing into the sea
water on fire
Down down
ducking
the footsteps echo
air trembling
silence disturbed
not for so long
where is she?
my lilly
where is my lilly?
what have they done to you?
where are those features I adore?
those eyes I need to see them oncemore
the river rising
the sun climbing
shadows returning to their slavish daylight existence
the rats scatter
a legbone flies through the air
shattering into splinters on the pillar
a skull rolls to the doorway
there it meets a foot
a frenzied rumaging
a ring finds purchase on the back of the head
collapsing over the shrowd and strewn limbs
lilly...my lilly
where are you?
i cant see anymore
all i can smell is the wretched decay
i know you are here my sweet
a finger meets the clasp
thunder echoes
the door closes
blood oozing
rats gathering
the carrion is now theirs
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