[Poem] With Mold on the Walls

2008-10-19 @ 1:42 a.m.

they go walking
the spectres at night when
the moon has decided to take some time off

and the stars are all veiled behind choking gray clouds
which are reminiscent of hazes of
laudanum blurs

blue eyes in the mirror and
a shattering pain stares
right back into your soul
(with the darkness
painted in
by
time)

can you ever forget
what brought you
to
this place in
the valley
between life
and sweet, sweet death?

but they won't let you die taking turns lacing your lips with poison
your hair tied up in knots
you can not construct and
the shoes on your feet
fit wrong
stuffed on by strangers' hands

"dolly" they call you
why are you still here reliving all
you have longed
to forget

"dolly" they call you because when you sit
your head lolls to the side
and they laugh
making jokes
with their lying eyes and white dresses
and the irritating click of their shoes
echoes

(as they flock away)

now the halls are dark with mold on the walls
and your sheets are rotten and
the nurses
are
all
(dead) gone
(and they deserve heaven heaven hell if that's the way it's done)

like a children's game