Necropolis

In A Dark Room

In a dark room,

I dress myself in cobwebs

To cover the stains, to cushion my head,

To keep out the cold, to cover my wounds.

I shut my eyes, bite down hard on my gob

To keep in the sobs.

I make gloves for my hands

To warm them as if by another's touch,

To keep them from searching my body for places to pick at.

In a dark room,

I can't tell the difference anymore between dreams and nightmares

And I'm scared.

With fervor and fear I say my prayers.

You were my angel, & I wrestle with the demons that you left behind.

I go mining for something that shines in my mind.

But my mind is another dark room.