We all have a dark place in our minds.

Skeleton tree's dance in shadow veils,
Scattered souls brush to dampened corners,
memories of dead etch forgotten tales,
woven screams tear from twisted mourners,

a thin sheet of fog hangs,
hangs,

it's like a face in the darkness,
it laughs,
with fangs,

the world cadged and framed in anguish,
torture swarms all prying sight,
entwined whispers rip form languish,
the air so thick each heaving breath constricts so tight,
tight,
it stretches through the vast night,
clocks the horizon in a sketching fright,

corners of inked watered eyes, glinting, flickering

The candles going out.

As there is nothing here, but fucking piceous dirt ground and pure, shallow emptiness.
Every way we t u r n
there's nothing
but memories.of what

was