Catacombs
The catacombs twist through the clean flesh of the earth
And weaken the avenues overhead.
Bitter water seeps from a murky world
Through branching fissures that split alabaster pavement.
Under towering skyscrapers and lush flower gardens,
Bones layer within these sullen halls,
Each a cutting proof of a life destroyed and lost forever.
Bracing archways attempt to hold the façade
With beautiful etchings bespeaking of ‘hope’ and ‘joy’ and ‘pride,’
But they are worn away by time
And tainted water.
Icy breath hisses through crumbling stone walls,
Patting cool hands on forbidden facets,
And green light reflects in yellowed eyes
That stare, demand,
From shadowy holes.
They blink and seem to disappear,
But only settle to the cold ground
To wait,
To awaken again when threatened.
The catacombs twist through the bedrock
Pulling everyone down into the void.
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Symbolic of....shadows. Everyone's shadows. Watch me explain a metaphor with a metaphor, everybody! ^.^
And weaken the avenues overhead.
Bitter water seeps from a murky world
Through branching fissures that split alabaster pavement.
Under towering skyscrapers and lush flower gardens,
Bones layer within these sullen halls,
Each a cutting proof of a life destroyed and lost forever.
Bracing archways attempt to hold the façade
With beautiful etchings bespeaking of ‘hope’ and ‘joy’ and ‘pride,’
But they are worn away by time
And tainted water.
Icy breath hisses through crumbling stone walls,
Patting cool hands on forbidden facets,
And green light reflects in yellowed eyes
That stare, demand,
From shadowy holes.
They blink and seem to disappear,
But only settle to the cold ground
To wait,
To awaken again when threatened.
The catacombs twist through the bedrock
Pulling everyone down into the void.
***
Symbolic of....shadows. Everyone's shadows. Watch me explain a metaphor with a metaphor, everybody! ^.^