dread and despair
as the song trails into silence
and the echoing halls of my skull
collapse into introspective quiet.
Wake up! Animate and arise!
Cover your head in ash
and rub your eyes red
in obscure rituals and denial.
static and mechanical ghosts
hidden towers in deep swamps
broadcasting gibberish for fevered spooks
enclosed in the black everglades.
but cease thinking
and just remain beneath the blanket
of warm loam and decaying code.
Turn it off! Stop the noises
suppress the poison
and swallow the bile.
She left me with the sadness
of the final page.