Bell of Pain

Very old poem, thankfully fictional...

In the darkest hours of my life

You walk over me and the shining rain

Won’t stop calling out loud

Ringing the bell of pain

 

With the black in my soul

I touch the white you wear

As the blood drips from my fingers

I feel you everywhere

 

A cadaverous beast from my insides

Brings cold to every part of me

As I watch your slow decay

It just won’t let you be

 

The rotten smell of your remains

Embraces me as I close my eyes

Feeling higher than ever before

Your spirit inside of me flies

 

I stretch out my icy fingers

To touch your pale, blue skin

Once warm as the sun

I had it all within