Nothing Lives Here Anymore

Ghost Story

Kneel down. Kneel down. Kneel down and face digital headstones, uneasy in the graves they’ve placed us in.

Our image grows dim, as we begin this ghost story.

The End Begins

I have seen her, dead princess.

She comes to me on her knees, dressed in contempt, with silver in her hair. She led, and I followed. She has shown me the end. I reach out to touch you, and I am frozen to the core. Such pain and torment radiated from her eyes… -What have they done to her eyes? I have seen her, dead princess. She comes to me on her knees, dressed in contempt, with silver in her hair. She led, and I followed. She has shown me the end. Epochalypse in her stride. I held her here, caressed her death mask …(cracked chipping) as it falls away.

Revenant

I’m not here, I am vanished. I have walked among you, I have watched as you do what you do. I have moved with such guile. Effortless. Life of a ghost. Life of a shadow, a shadow cast upon you. You turn to meet this ghost. You turn to meet this ghost, a shadow, a specter whom walks among you anonymous. A phantom. And I exist because you see me. See me. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you, is now that you’ve given me this life… you never avert your eyes.

Black Blood

You are my favorite nightmare come to life, as black, it falls like rain, covering everything. Dissipating smell of gas and oil hangs in the night air, as the clouds move across the moon and cause our shadows to melt, as you visit the places that I’ve already been. You wait impatiently. You have a gift you hold in your right hand. The sharpest of implements. Insects’ song echoes outward and fills the night’s air, as shadows move across the moon and cause our blood to appear black. I watch from distances as you visit places I’ve already been.

Hypothermia Waltz

Veins frozen. The wind, it howls like a wounded animal. Somehow I’m still here. The trees are creaking, practically moaning. This thaw will be difficult. Bury us deep inside. In here is where the dark will take us, break us, remake us, reshape us all. Never alone, Solitude is an illusion. Inside is where the blood will pump and bones will snap, crack, and realign. We, knee-deep in devils. They are always in here with us. Even in this cold. Feel those eyes, those yellow eyes. You feel that icy cold hand that rests upon your shoulder. It holds you here. It keeps you in place. It holds you here. It holds you here, deep inside.

Her Face, A Death’s Head

Panic sets in as the past comes crashing. It always rains when she comes to me. The rain falls hard like million daggers piercing my skin, and I know she’s just getting started. Like someone walking on my grave. Like icicles through my heart. She is killing me slowly. The point of no return. The image of you has grown so dim, this becomes a ghost story. Look into the shadow more closely and you may see the ghost. We once stood side by side. Then you turned and walked away. Longing to be near the ghost. You turned and laughed at me, you turned and walked away. Nothing lives behind me. The shadow that’s been cast is much too dark. Night sweats and premonition. We’ve known unrest. Glasses raised to our great misdeeds. Rebirth of tragedy.

The Grey

I have come back, returned to this historic place of significance. It used to be so green and warm. We were so young and alive. And now we’re just grey. With no remorse. Nothing left standing. Nothing lives here anymore. The wind rips through me with surgical precision. Perhaps some things are better left buried. Yet, I’m drawn back. I remember the way it was. The way we were. The hearth has long since been extinguished. The grey rips through me with a surgical precision as though guided by an unseen ghost.

I’m left as I found this place, cold, grey, and haunted.

Marrow

They come bathed in white light.

They crawl out from the shadows. The dark, it distorts.

These distortions will rise.

What is a monster?

Our fears and nightmares realized below the surface, beneath the skin, buried deep inside the bone.

They come bathed in white light. They rise out from the shadows. The dark, it distorts distortions They will rise, the ever-twisted. Forked tongue moves behind splayed lips. Rapid eye movement. Hypnotized. Is this all in my head? The door has opened. Dark has come, and with it they will follow away from light.

Still, Waiting

She sleeps. How long has she been down here? Is she even breathing? The smell of decomposition curls up and it stings my lungs. I hear the maggots moving over her. And she looks so peaceful. I can hear the insects move over her. I can see the insects move over her. My head, it spins. My lungs, they burn. Why the fuck does this all seem so familiar? She comes to me in a dream while I sleep. She comes onto me in this dream, while I sleep.