Burn

Burn

-14 November 2008-

sunlit decadence enshrouds the cobwebs in my mind
as I lift dusty tomes of memories
once packed away and forgotten
now pulled out to inspect and find
the reasons, the causes to why I am this way
I once upon a time wanted to rip out his insides
and laugh insanely as I murdered him
for hurting me so much
but those thoughts are no more.
no more do I creak up the ancient and crumbling stairways
no more do I pass the spiders gleaming in their webs
the distance sounds of childish footfalls
no longer greet my ears
as I am old and worn
having spent many years upon this earth
in my rocking chair
the wind howls outside against dusty and shallow paned window sills
"the sun doesn't shine in this place anymore"
I whisper to no one
Long gone are the faded phototgraphs from the faded walls
this faded house locked somewhere in my mind
that old woman sitting alone
suffering with withered memories of times past
a different era, a different world
so many years ago, I muse.
as I life the match to faded paper and strike it lit
I burn the hollow filled tomes in my mind,
running away from the memories that are not mine.
running away from the places that I didn't inhabit
goodbye rocking chair
goodbye old stairs
goodbye little spiders
goodbye little old woman who cries the silent tears
as I run, run far away from the dark catacombs...
it burns, it burns.... I whisper in my sleep
as the evil memories no longer haunt me.