Wednesday, 18 February 2009
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Nymphetamine
By Cradle of Filth
see related~~~Skeletons in the Closet~~~
"Let Them Come."
"I've got an army of skeletons to chase your demons away." ~Matt Skiba: Demon's Away.
Woke up in the middle of the night to a rattling in the cage. Pulled the bedsheets up to my chin and shivered my way through the earliest hours of the morning. I'd have turned on the lights, but the lights make them scream. I prefer their rattling.
I'd like to say they sleep during the day, but truthfully, the dead don't sleep. Whoever said death was eternal slumber was illinformed. Death is an endless moment of now. And the dead do love.
My skeletons love me. It's a sinister, black kind of love, but it is love. I don't rely on webster to define everything for me. I know what love is. I know what their love is.
Sometimes they walk. Sometimes they dance, but most of the time they sit in their cage and rattle their bones to a tune I can't hear. I've lived most of my life not paying them any mind. But one day that changed. And ever since then I've heard them and they hear me. Sometimes I hear them whisper my name, so I creep towards their cage and press my ear against the door. I close my eyes and listen to them call my name. I love the way their disembodied voices sound. It's almost musical.
I've never opened the door of their cage. I hope I never will. I know what they really want from me. And I want to hold onto it just a bit longer. Someday I know I'll surrender to the musical calling of their whispers, but for now I resist. This is my time, and someday it will be theirs, but not yet...not yet.Death beckons.
"Death's in a double bed singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate." ~FOBFatally Yours,
DeadEndPoetEDIT *My skeletons, my muse, rattling in their cage, calling me...calling me...calling me back. No, no I haven't forgotten you Tommy, Blake...calling me...calling me...calling me back*
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Comments (8)
i really liked the idea of this, the essence of it. sometimes i hear a rattle too, though it's my own chest and the result of too many cigarettes. lol. but seriously, you should expand on this, turn it into something more, a story or something. well, if you want.
@a_postmodern_nobody - Someday, when I can write behind a closed door, I might. For now, I struggle just to write that much. Hence the reason I really only write poems. I literally and figuratively have no door to close here, so all the other distractions come in when I'm writing. It's very annoying. I'm glad someone liked this. I wasn't sure if it would receive anything. I kind of like it myself because I really have no idea where it came from.
you know, some of our best stuff comes out of nowhere. i'm working on a story just like that. i was working on some stuff and went home for christmas. sitting at a bar, with my old best friends, and old classmates all around something occurred to me. since that night, i've been trying to find the words to make that story. for me it's not distractions, but my own unwillingness. i'm not sure why i'm unwilling, whether it's fear or laziness or what, but i've planty of other more fascinating ideas to work on, and yet this one idea takes charge. from out of nowhere.
@a_postmodern_nobody - I think that's part of my problem as well. I stopped after about a page and a half and decided I'd just rather watch Family Guy than write. Still can't figure out why I did that.
i am jealous
i couldnt paint a picture of my muse
if she were standing point blank
hammer of dawn in hand
mocking my every step
so is so elusive when near
how i wish i could cage her
and when id open the door
i would feed on her
instead of her on me
Interesting.
@o__inv3rted_colour - in truth it was my muse that wrote this, so really self-portraits aren't to difficult, I suppose.
depends on how you actually see yourself.