You are near me,
I can hear the rustling
Of the rags you wear,
Of the dirty coat
Made of dusk,
That brushes your feet
As you walk,
I can smell the foulness
The rank atmosphere,
That follows you far and wide.
I can see you,
Covered in the blackness
Of a wronged soul,
Painted with filth and ashes and soot.
You sit beside me
Whispering in my ear,
Fluttering syllables into my head,
Breathing sounds,
That assemble themselves
Into fearful words
Inside my mind,
Once there, erupting from
A cocoon of thoughts
Like a moth made of smoke,
With red lights in it's eyes,
Bent on destruction.
You tell me all sorts of things.
Your words are strangely beautiful,
Darkly poetic and shaped like shadows,
But your message is dark
And powerful,
And the words that fly
From your mouth to my ear,
Carry daggers and storms and monsters
Straight into my consciousness.
It makes my soul dark
And wilted and disfigured.
Go away.
I don't want you anymore today.
Come back tomorrow.
