Healing process

A haunted house,still presides on a dead end street.
Where the scorched remains of my bones torn asunder found eternal sleep.
Buried besides a diary who's ink still seeps;memories of a knife that pierced a loving breast-contorting notes to a lullaby that now find no rest.

Drops of these words,cascading off a corroded blade,it's rusty hilt-protruding.
Reaching and being sipped by snarled and bleached lips.
Revitalizing a maggot infested carcass feasting on mangled ligaments and exposed death.
The stench of a beaten/broken muscle absorbed by da blots lining my gaping chest.

The reconstructing of this discarded and decomposed flesh,rejuvenating the tattered bindings of decaying text.
We're two souls merged;fused within their reverberating context.
Scriptures of this tome exhuming 'a once candle lit corridor' unassuming,silently every letter subsuming the blood stained upon ancient marks,encompassing your tinted pores.
Exonerating features of a blurred face-touched by rage reincarnated-manifested through clenched fist devoid of hate.