Mallory Knocks

Who is that who calls?
On this hour of absurdity
Bleak, black, silver and grey
Only the skies hollow face
Stares back at me

Who is that who calls?
Something creaking
Something creeping
As of something weeping
Frightened, scared and alone
Something dead now stirring

Who is that who calls?
Only to runaway
Was someone really there
Or my mere mind leading me astray
Only the howling wind moans
Only the tower clock crows
A phantom figure hunts my chamber

Oh who is he who calls
Will one ever know
Will such a face ever show

The darkness knocks
When the rain stops
When the clouds part
And the moon rose
The darkness knocks
When my mind rots
When my eyes dart
In my souls its graven

The cry of an innocent soul is slayed
A past that is never to be lived again
Never again, will we trace those steps
For the love I abused,
For the tender kiss I refused
For the helping hand I never gave
With one foot in my past
And with one foot in my grave

The darkness knocks
Because it is I who weeps
It is I who creeps
And greets my own fears not
Years are like rotten reminders
The dead decaying, the flies assailing

The good deed I never done
Haunted whispers, cruel reminders
It is I who I seek, search and destroy
It’s under the floor boards
It’s seeping from the ceiling
It’s the stench between the walls
It’s the crimson blood pools
it is i, to myself i weep and call