ghost story

ghost story

deeper shades of soul come haunting every night,
come haunting, unrelenting
in their lust for blackened light
the banshee screams and hellish wails
echo through my skin and cold entrails
goose flesh rises from the fear it prizes
in backward loathing of the memories
and silent sighs that come a-roving
this is madness, this is torture
in this half-strength pain that was my right
the pain i wanted, never given
scratch and bite
say a prayer, so unforgiven
out of darkness, birthed out of black
i drag these wraiths, worth more to me than ecstasy
my garments and my skin
invisible, i paint them on and drag
them from their dusty haunts
shades of soul, shades of you
your dark blue eyes, deep and true
your scent clings to my memory
and makes my breath come gasping
adrenaline and desire everlasting
i want the darkness, i want it all
the pain, freedom, courage to stand
against the crimson, scarlet waterfall