I can hear whispers in the wind.
Indistinct mumbles in the breeze.
As they remind me of my sins
there’s torture in the haunter’s screams.
I can see strangers in the night
moving wickedly with the cold.
Shadows flickering into sight;
how do they see inside my soul?
The eyes chill and pierce my own
but only for a short moment
for their glances appear and go.
Aptly spectral days are broken
as the vigorous ones before them.
Clicking of carnal tongues on lips
as the acquisition draws in
and my arms are solidly gripped.
The claws! The tearing from the claws
from shoulder bone to carpal bone
they slaughter flesh, rip it and chaw.
I beg of them to leave me alone.
Painful pleas, desperate entreat
for pity and freedom, ‘Be gone!’
Snickers, titters around my feet,
‘You are coming to Abaddon’.
I see the light, I see the beasts
with clarity for the first time,
rotting rind of one long deceased
with pleasure in the empty eyes.
As the light goes on for a while
blood patters down from un-dead teeth
which they show me with vulgar smiles.
Then we arrive in limbo heath.
Wasteland, lean world I did not know
they leave me bleeding on the floor
in its vast and empty space below
Earth somewhere, maybe vile or pure
of which I’m not yet sure but then
dust begins to rise and cracks
spread and I tumble once again
and then everything goes black.