Buried Alive

Meet me there, where words don’t exist;
In the dark devoid of sound, yet feelings persist;
Echos that haunt from across the netherworld.
Pathways to the core that she unfurled;
Heartstrings that play the dirge of the dead,
Memories mark gravestones with what she said.
Decrepit ground outlined with rotten fences;
The remnants of my useless defenses.
Spirits mutter soft spoken cries,
Memories of my lover’s “sighs”.
My heart, from chants, begin to unearth,
From below the soil of the rotting turf.
Invoked by murmurs of her ghostly moans,
My heart does beat, encased in bone.
Rising from the hallowed ground,
I hunger for that solemn sound.
Undying, relentless, endless rage,
Pouring out this heart that’s caged.
Woken from beneath the funeral pyre,
With a hunger that will never tire.
Fueling remorse, the lifeless falters,
Effigy’s burning at the altar;
The sacrifices light the hidden path,
As I shamble forth, in search wrath.
Tearing flesh to get within,
The essence of where you begin.
The only trace I have left of you,
The specter which my heart withdrew;
That forever moans, and awakens me,
Stirs the dead, and sets me free.
Unbridled longing infused with lust,
Forever until my heart is dust.

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