Slayer of Days

She paints a portrait with skies of grey

She sings songs of virtue in the middle of my dismay

We burned to the ground

A love she had found

And we left her to wither away

 

Come, calm your senses

Yearn for the world of the worms

The infected…

Her foreign resurrection

From the ground, where we left her

Who knew her time would scar us this way

The slayer of days…

 

She held life above all else

In shadowed rooms, were flowers bloom

They were loved even in decay…

She found the way

Through death she picks at my heart…

At night she tears me apart…

 

I can hear her now

Screaming her silent screams

I can feel her now

Slitting the veins of the day

An angel of night

Killing the sunrise…

 

Hold the dust above my head

Drink the blood of the dead

Hold the rusted nail in my veins

Deepening it's severed ways

Cutting life from the outside

The bringer of night

The slayer of days…

 

Cast me down the furrowed halls

The place we yearned and longed to fall 

A distilled moment of grace

 

Place my hand inside your vines

Tear the heart so divine

That I may find

What I am after...

 

Slayer of days.

Reviews

[Scott Wilson]

Loved this - was great, structure was good and I like the rhythm of it in general! It also reminded me a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer - especially the lines: "Hold the dust above my head, drink the blood of the dead..." and "Her foreign resurrection. From the ground, where we left her..."

Great write! :)