lazarus

[eyeintheprism]

deep within a fallen castle
past the banisters and stone
past the ghosts who haunt alone
there is a cave and lonely basin
calling you
a ribless skeleton resides
past the fangs and canine spires
past the greek and roman fires
you cannot see her
but her smile waxes in a candle
flickering an echo upon the surface of a memory
another sick and eyeless socket
past the open wounds
past the blood-red moons
past the sleepless, waiting tombs
paintbrush breaths whisper a still life vitality
while these pawns will still conspire
and the murder breaks from tire
but these crows could mount up eagle wings
as the sabbath waits within the mire

and the scream, the dying and pale scream
as the waxen wings are melting
these candle dreams are dead and drowning
and then...

an empty mausoleum

if only lazarus could see
he was within the tomb
next to me