The Nightmare 17: BurialA Chapter by Neo-Water BasiliskYou're not alive - you just haven't realized you're already dead.
Buried beneath the ground
As deep in the soil as that which is set in stone Buried by memories of sights and sounds, tastes and feelings Is a dead ghost, dead as dead dreams Dig the hole deep Deeper until we reach the dead's haven Where damned deeds and damned men Are but dead dregs, discarded dolls, and destroyed remnants Dig deeper through the earth Until fire and brimstone are all around us Yet dig deeper for we've not dug deep enough Dig until all around us is a dark desert, desolate shade, and dead skies Here is where there is nothing Here where there is no light nor dark And all is imperceptible The numbness of a tomb within a grave Here is where there shall be One last sleep for the dead ghost Who hadn't a ghost of a chance in life And now is not even a ghost of a ghost, thus a dead ghost Here shall be where the dead ghost is laid to rest In a tomb within a grave that lies beneath the Underworld In the deepest depths of despair, a dead world A world filled with the forgotten dead, dead ghosts All we know is but one dead ghost Who will now become deader than dead Whose defiled existence will be purged to the core And a barely remembered ghost of a ghost becomes naught And we'll forget about this tomb within a grave As we escape back to the surface Above the grave of graves, above the forsaken caverns Above the restful dead, and once more above the soil within which they rest Forget about the ghost of a ghost That lies beneath the earth and Hell itself Buried by dead memories that we relinquish Torch it all and to ashes burn the splinters Take the ashes and cast them into the wind Cast the ashes into the seas, take no rest Until at last the task is complete And none are left to mourn, and there is nothing left to mourn over Burial. © 2011 Neo-Water Basilisk |
StatsAuthorNeo-Water BasiliskFringelands, Province of the Deceased, CanadaAboutWho am I, or who are we? We have seen a blasted wastes of the arid abyss. We have felt the frozen winds of the desolate tundra. We have breathed the intoxicating aroma of madness. What you call .. more..Writing
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