In darkness, twisting wraiths,
broken wrists pose no restraints,
has it been so long,
the words have gone?
the wraiths twist back,
to hear bones snap
and broken bones grind,
the emptiness expands
as darkness brands
my skin, fading painlessly away,
yet the words never stay...
they once came so easily,
flowing so seductively, now
not even force holds them at bay,
they flee my mind with ease,
I can no longer constrain
the ethereal wisps that once played,
inside my mind, inside my time,
like a broken clockwork misaligned,
the wheels turn ponderously,
yet revolutions pass ineffectually,
has it been so long,
that my soul has gone?
Can darkness bring it back again?
Would misery replenish me?
or have I simply given in?
relenquished
retired
expired
expelled my own sinister spirit,
forsaken my malevolent muse,
broken free of maniacal melancholy,
and found happiness...?