As Yet Untitled

Dedicated to my friend Courtney S. Meyers – you know what it’s about, but it is up to “outside” readers to determine for themselves.

My blood seeps through my fingers and stains the keys.

When Morpheus claims me, this mortuary shall be but half full.

My face is a pallid harlequin’s mask.

Imperfect children are interred by my side.

Each phantasm entices me and passes into the charnel.

I am out of time.

I must resign

Myself

To one more night among the graves

To one more night of barren psyche

To infinite witching hours of silent headstones for my kin…

This must be the right place.