Flickerflickerflicker
Is the flame burning bright? Burning out... burnout. Smoke drifts through forgotten footsteps galaxies dance, why can't we? I know Iknow I KNOW you're not here, but just pretend, please?
The scorched windows remember your face... but I cannot. The only remnants of your existance... the taste on my tongue... the feeling I've lost something, but cannot place what...
Who's the ghost here? You or me? Either way, there will be no visitors to intrude on this relic. Who... who...
Ignore the splintering floorboards, love, if you're there. We'll laugh through the pain again. We'll drift through the rooms like the smoke left after the flames. Who's the ghost? You or me? Who...
Bound to this place anyways. By what I've forgotten to remember. By what you've recorded forever. Who's the ghost here? Whose tombstone memorializes this house? Who WHO WHO
That damn owl... even in life it was annoying. I echo it. I repeat its words now. Do I have a choice?
I'm a ghost. No I'm not. I feel pain. Physical. Emotional. Living, then. Am I living, still? How... is it possible?
How can one live without a heart? I can reach into myself and feel the emptiness. There's some sort of hollow... where once an organ lived. Ghost, then.
I can't discern it. Pleasepleaseplease...
Poe had it right... "Surcease of sorrow" Beautiful. It sounds... peaceful. Shall we? We shall.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... I'll never fear evil... If you walk with me. Hand in hand. Heart to heart. We'll go together. Forever. Ghost, alive, whatever.
And the damn owl can hoot here for eternity, for all we care.
TempestuousSeas · Mon Jul 23, 2007 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |