Sepulchre

Sepulcher


I hear voices calling my name
Like hell bent locomotives whistle and roar through a distant tunnel
And the rumbling rumbling
Roar. .. .
Swooosh swish swooosh swish
Of my life draining red 9
Scarlet memories
My conscience spills and spurts
Speckling the white washed floor with death
Like a Seurat commissioned by Beelzebub himself
Red has always been my favorite color
Roar.....
I lay  on the four posted bed that spins and sways in the center of this lonely room
The hollow acoustic quality of its barren walls and floor
Have a vertigous effect on my perception
I feel drunk
A warm euphoric wave washes over me in beautiful contrast to the cold of first lifes draining
No longer am i in exremis
I think this monster i fought with such savagery
Must have been my savior
An angel en domino
He has left me at a black door and i must gather the strength to open it
I raise my heavy head and try to focus on the amorphous gateway before me
Roar..
ROAR.....
Swooosh swish Swooosh swish
Crimson slumber overwhelms my sight
I hear the crescendo of my evanescence
My hoods flutter open and shut causing a strobe effect that dialates my irises
Pain jolts my temples with sobering intensity
I am exanguinating
My monster found me and thrust his blade into my body
Over and over over ....
Roar....
I hear faint voices calling me.  .
Jennifer.  .roar....