Consumption of The Soul

 A dash of dark poetry.

(A darkened soul sings to the watching night sky)

All hail to The Lost Tribe of the Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 

Outside my windows 

Chanting 

Yes

Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured heart

High

For us all to watch 

The Machiavellian sights

While our blackbirds cry

And in us

Trust

As

I stood waiting 

Waiting all night

Waiting all the next day 

For your call

As they watched

Wasting so much time

After our fall 

On Valentine's Day

But like time dies 

Within each passing second

Our love died 

As the Watchers 

Watched

Within each playing record 

Things I know now have 

Changed forever 

And memories of you 

Still get in the way

For those memories 

Don't need no cue or weather 

To play

So now, there'll only be crying

Crying over you

As silver eyes in our painted white windows 

Shine

Now you've gone

Now you're gone

And are no longer

Mine

No denying the whys

And what for's

As I cry

Yes baby

Our love is dying 

Dying with time

As each of our old records play

And in each second 

Deep down 

I know 

Why 

Why you ran away 

I know I stopped caring

Stopped sharing

As the crowd outside my windows sway

Chanting 

What I was feeling 

When my mother died and I needed healing

Did I take to the Old Jack Daniels 

To hide what I was feeling

So baby

If you hear this

This is for you

My final sweet kiss

One of us is changing

And one of us is dying

And it's too late

For all our Valentine Days 

Have upped and flown away

So I look up

Look up at the Sun

Knowing

I'm in hell

As I hail

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 

Outside my windows 

Chanting 

Yes

Then

Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured heart high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sights

While our blackbirds cry

While our blackbirds cry

And in us

Trust

For soon I'll step outside

As they bow and go wild

And tonight join the crowd

For they all know me 

Now 

As One of their own

As I pull on 

One of their grey shrouds 

And start to sing

All hail

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus 

Who hides in the Grey Meadows 

Outside all windows 

Chanting

Yes

Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured hearts high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sight

While our blackbirds cry

While our blackbirds cry

And in us

Trust

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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