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A Portrait of Gray Days
You hear all my secrets,
My illuminating friend
Those tales for no one else's ears
You hear the end
All my joys and all my fears
As my voice carries on the winds
In night's of pale moonlight
We danced about pagan flames
Behold joys of wicked delights
You know the game
Who will play and who will fight
In my mind everyone will play
I fear that sometimes
The gravity of my crimes
Must be too excessive
For then I'm alone
When you're here and then you're gone
And I feel so possessive
You return with the crime
As fresh as the blood stained sheets
The shrouded body will be mine
Joys of dead meat
In deep mornings, strikes the time
We laugh at the screams and their pleas
You then disappear
When grief's ugly head rears
She was in submission
Now I am alone
When I toss and cast the bones
Tell me, am I obsessive?
In starlight's glow
I can see your face
The only friend
To a twisted mind
A confidant of murder
You've heard my tales
Of lust and of death
With no judgment
For those heinous crimes
Tell me, why do you leave me?
A portrait of Gray days
Stares back at me from the walls
Of long lost cemetery days
Why do you stall
When I will show you the way
Down my illusionary hall
Faces cry in despair
Eager, they await the end
For we exist without a care
You take to wind
Please don't go, won't you be fair
My one imaginary friend?
My illuminating friend
Those tales for no one else's ears
You hear the end
All my joys and all my fears
As my voice carries on the winds
In night's of pale moonlight
We danced about pagan flames
Behold joys of wicked delights
You know the game
Who will play and who will fight
In my mind everyone will play
I fear that sometimes
The gravity of my crimes
Must be too excessive
For then I'm alone
When you're here and then you're gone
And I feel so possessive
You return with the crime
As fresh as the blood stained sheets
The shrouded body will be mine
Joys of dead meat
In deep mornings, strikes the time
We laugh at the screams and their pleas
You then disappear
When grief's ugly head rears
She was in submission
Now I am alone
When I toss and cast the bones
Tell me, am I obsessive?
In starlight's glow
I can see your face
The only friend
To a twisted mind
A confidant of murder
You've heard my tales
Of lust and of death
With no judgment
For those heinous crimes
Tell me, why do you leave me?
A portrait of Gray days
Stares back at me from the walls
Of long lost cemetery days
Why do you stall
When I will show you the way
Down my illusionary hall
Faces cry in despair
Eager, they await the end
For we exist without a care
You take to wind
Please don't go, won't you be fair
My one imaginary friend?
Published 10th Apr 2014
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Anonymous
10th Apr 2014 11:34am
I quite like this macabre tale. I was honestly never really sure until the end if your partner in crime was real or not, doing these 'ghastly deeds'. Great! Truthfully, I'm rather relieved!
10th Apr 2014 5:27pm
And if they are like capering ghosts in the periphery of your senses...who will you turn to...good read, HadesR.
