Labyrinthian

Loose knot your dreams, even though all your demons wait

And fear knot the noose that will hang behind an open gate

Because nothing's there now, just a phobia of empty tombs

Your paranoiac terrors were conjured by netherworld runes

Rouse yourself from nightmares where the cannibals graze

In the neural networks of your unwinding, re-minding maze

No need to hide and seek in your sleeps subliminal warren

Those who loiter there are all well known, none are foreign

Haunting memories will swirl 'til captured by a spider's web

In labyrinthian delusions you'll be trapped and left in dread

As your cryptic demons stir, you will know the knot of truce

Nemeses of your serenity, their desire's a fascinous noose

 

Evanescing

 I've seen it all before, from the Earth to the Moon and from the Moon to Mars

I've seen myriad distant solar systems and galaxies, with collapsing stars

And I've seen nothing, nothing but what they've wanted me to see

And I've believed what they've told me and I think you'd agree

Maybe I've heard it all before, for I know what they said

Maybe it's just their voices, that I heard in my head

It's all in my cranium, I'm repelling the attacks

It's melting my mind, it's dripping like wax

I can't focus forward, it's all just before

I feel it fading, there isn't any more

Now is not and time's not meant

Now's a dark not heaven sent

I am trace without material

I am lost, I am ethereal

And I am regressing

And 'now' I am...

Evanescing

It's The Quiet Place

It's an omniverse, where no one follows, as you escape

Though the outside is turmoil, inside, it's the quiet place

Safe as a sanctuary, it's more than any whimsical vision

This autonomous domain, lies beyond divinity's derision

Hidden in a magical forest there's a way through a door

Enticing you through, into a meadow of crystalline hoar

Quagmires of mares may rouse, for monsters won't die

Utopian dreams though, will be your appendages to fly

It's the quiet place, of tranquillity, like the ocean's swell

Exclusive to you, even though your demons may dwell

They'll be there in your periphery, in a mire imprisoned

Proxies of mortality, lurking in murk, morbidly wizened

Left to fade from life, but the eldritch wights are eternal

As you search for an asylum, from an imaginary kernel

Come tonight you'll submerge in dreams of inner space

Eddying in your reveries, but for you, it's the quiet place

 

In Reflection

In a paltering mirror I see nothing, but a dying flame

Nefarious shadows, some as dark as a bloody stain

Reflecting the eroding essence of what I used to be

Evanescing, like my old humanity, but now I'm free

For what I am now is restricted, to the eternal night

Looking back I would pray, now I prey on with spite

Evading the radioactive burning from dawn to dusk

Choosing to unlive in darkness, that only I can trust

Tonight I will leech 'til sated, be they a naif, or witch

In the mirror the light has died and the dark is pitch

Outside I'll fly faster than a lycanthropic silver bullet

Now, in reflection, I can ideate a bloody open gullet

 

A Mockery Of Ghosts

Alas they are there (more than before) in your peripheral vision

Mysteriously macabre, of unreality and excluded from perdition

Open your open eyes, if nothing is there, then open them wider

Catch them in a glance, because you'll soon be paying the piper

Keep your insanity to yourself, for there'll be no hope of escape

Enthused by demise, those of the passed, will feast on your fate

Ransacking your mind, they'll seek, but there is nowhere to hide

Your effervescence is evanescent, you cannot turn back the tide

Omnipresent phantoms are amassing, in the mirrors and smoke

Finagling with mortality, knowing your life is at the end of a rope

Grasping your last breaths of air, leaving you frothing like rabies

Heaven can't save you and your brethren are exiled from Hades

Open your mind's eye, if it stays blind, then try again, if you can

Search for a light in the darkness, or an obolus for the ferryman

Then if the endless night is prevailing, from mountains to coasts

Say your farewell, for nothing's left living in a mockery of ghosts