With your empty eye sockets-(w)holes of psychedlic charm, walk towards my breath's death.
Your bones-brittle soul-touchers.
Spiders surface the mud of gloom, portion of your inexistence.
Spill open your ersatz ribcage with air suffocating in between each strap of breakable Goddess-like pearls.
… Now watch your river flow to the floor's ceiling in osseous sight.
Seep... seeping very much through.
Dark pits fill your nostrils-heavy air of black, your mouth.
Insert the key into the door-sense. Await, humble... creature of no organs.
The correct code, if you will, tapped upon the web of nobodies.
I am myself and you are my mind, trapped within a skull supported by concrete-like texture.
Pianos sing in the front room, and I, howling throughout the building as my grey presses the shadow in the far corner.
Step towards it! Run, far... into the corner. Mice scuttle, beetles gasp away in empty shells, old crumbs; ghosts shrieking the energy-filled newly spaced beauty of 2 centimeters... spiders clamber.
Shaking, moaning, you are just a ghost; a skeleton ghost, no one on earth.
Now the skeleton key you swallow, only to feel rust screeching down your throat.
No use? Lost in worlds of bones... alone in darkness, heaving with breath.
Colourless, abstinent with melancholy, a set of bones is your name-crash to the floor.
Cry in fear at the emptiness of this night-
Halloween is here to impede you from sight.
