Possession

She woke up in the middle of the night screaming
As if an ominous shadow made a great progression
It was shriek like she had seen some kind of demon
Confessing in tears she was dreaming of possession

Upon the catafalque like an unholy altar there it sat
Waiting for the mourners to come pay their respects
But she was the only believer with keen vision to see it
As the blind grievers waited in line and she was next

And as she leaned over to see her beloved resting
The shadow reached out and pulled her by her chest
Bony fingers clawed into her already broken heart
“Now you’re mine” the shadow whispered obsessed

A coldness entered her mind leaving her numb and dull
When the clamor of a million souls shook from the depths
And her scream echoed the agony of damned spirits
Suffering the torment and anguish of a thousand deaths

But it was the face of her love that frightened her most
Already decayed by eons of melancholy and misery
It was his hand that reached into her mouth and heart
Because the voice and face that tortured her was me