7/2/95, it returns to me

The ghost reply in sleep, walking the corridors of our minds

Revenge

Avenge me..

I can’t sleep. I can’t remain awake

Trapped between them I scatter my mind

Hoping to coax my mortal temple

to collapse and not know the difference

Yet dancing in the ash I hear him

But there is naught a means

I cannot,

and my eyes

bleed the sorrow which cannot be held

So I depart again for my temporary coffin

hoping to dance again with those

sacrificed to the ashes of divine fate

Hope clasped in my heart