The Lady of Smoke and Tears

Tired of her face
its haunting me
everywhere I go
every time I dream
she is there
like smoke
blackish
a faded
dirty white

hazy,
but she is there
I can smell her
rotten eggs
sulfuric
disgusting
the nostrils burn
her presence is felt

I cannot ignore her
not anymore
she has amassed energy
she has crossed over
her sights are set
on me
a past life transgression
something I did
several life times ago
drew her to me

my old being
who I was
a piece of it
still lives in me
she knows that
she wants that
I keep a memory
something she thinks
is hers
perhaps it was
once

I cannot recall
I cannot see it
this is what she wants
she wants me to see
to remember
what I did
or my soul did
to her
until then
she will be,
she will always be
part of me

destructive
tainted
malicious
she has been corrupted
her hate transcended
many life times
she refused to rest
heavens gates closed
something else opened
taunting her soul
showing her things only
god should know

showing her how
to torment the living
how to find them
no matter how many times
they are reborn
she has attached herself
to my soul
she wants to stop the rebirth
from happening
again

she wants me
by her side
where I deserve to be
in the nothing
bathed in her blackness
for all of eternity
there is a cosmic fight
for the memory I keep
locked
in the deepest part of me

ruining my living life
trying to take
my dieing dream
the ever present
demon in the room
has only eyes for me
feeding off
everything I do
good or bad
she eats my energy
slowly
til
there is nothing
left to devour

evaporation
of the soul
my soul
drying up my
celestial footprint
she wants to erase
my being from history
stalking
haunting
cursing
destroying me
I am damned