Lost

an attempt at using imagery, it's not quite finished and it needs a lot of revision, but I'm also very lazy so it'll take me forever :P

I open my eyes to see no light-

but to this fear doth well indite-

my back is wet with morning dew-

and a dark chill runs me through and through-

 

the touch of grass feels soft and sweet-

its dirges move me to a beat-

a simple waltz of terrible theme-

as a figure dances over me-

 

I lay here lifeless - terrified-

as I see a body, a man who died-

so very long ago, his body lies-

in the crevice along my side-

 

the music stops when I look upon him-

the air turns icy, cold, and dim-

snow falls down from treetops grey-

and his eyes shine purple, dark, and fey-

 

I gaze in horror at the dread-

that now and again twitches its head-

I feel him crawling in my chest-

the eons of torment, without rest-

 

I try to escape but I am bound-

by a thick sheet of ice tying me to the ground-

the dreadful weight is standing now-

he lays his mangled hand upon my brow-

 

A tortured cry, wrung from my lungs,-

equaled not not by ten-thousand tongues,-

pierces the air and everywhere-

a cry that tears out my skin and hair-

 

He looks at me with purest hate-

a look that offers no debate-

as the orbs of light in his eyes abate-

and his body returns to its crippled state-

 

I lay here, still, forever it seems-

though ice no longer imprisons me-

my flesh returned preternaturally-

whilst my mind was absent from fright-

 

Fear no longer encompasses me-

where fear was now is curiosity-

I rise to my new legs gingerly-

in this great forest devoid of light-

 

before long I am met with a sound-

coming up from the ground and spinning me 'round-

that lonely waltz the ear does astound-

singing softly in the night-

 

Now suddenly in the dead of fear-

I am not alone in standing here-

a blow strikes me below the ear-

and all goes white in the still of the night-

 

Consciousness fills me at meager pace-

I look around this familiar place-

the colorless forest of old-

though memory yet remains to unfold-

 

then calmly, yet, in the blink of an eye-

the trees disembark leaving me with the sky-

and an ocean of undulating ground-

in a windless basin devoid of all sound-

 

as time escapes from my knowing mind-

I count the ripples the earth does define-

for feeling is all that remains of me-

for which to constitute my being-

 

the sky is void, a black universe-

empty of stars, the dark to nurse-

save one tiny speck alive with light-

drawing closer to me in this perpetual night-

 

I feel its pressure against my chest-

the weight of the world crushing me on this crest-

the light in front of me now rests-

my vision blurs under its brightened stress-

 

slowly the colors begin to fade-

and I can see inside the orb, afraid-

a creature of bone and flesh decayed-

with hollow eyes of death and hate-

 

the orb begins to slip away-

the dead man pleading me to stay-

like his fate be more grim than mine-

alone in the universe, undefined-

 

his empty eyes pleading as he disappears-

eons of torment ring loud in my ears-

sorrow becomes me and my body does weep-

and from this sorrow comes deep, restless sleep-

 

upon my awakening I divine-

that I have been lost somewhere in time-

colors as different as red from blue-

flock mystically 'cross the heavens new-

 

the strain too much, my eyes melt away-

unable to act, in space I lay-

floating above the far spinning void-

with all of my senses hopelessly cloyed-

 

now I exist alone in my head-

in a body that is all but dead-

in a universe that is empty and still-

like a world of death that life cannot fill-

 

I open my eyes in that forest grey-

a shadow behind me slowly fades away-

as that waltz begins to play...-

and following it I find my way--