Passageway

"Paper thin candies strewn on the floor.
Paper weight gumdrops glued to my door.
Discarded canisters suddenly bore
The mark of my sainted companion."

-Sean Allen

Empty shells of the past forgotten,
Clings to my wall remaining rotten.
Tiny specks of dust float in mid-air
Touching not the ground as if aware
Of the poison that seeped unto the wood
Through paper thin candies strewn on the floor.
And the wood caves and breaks as it should
Under the weight of the lack of good.
As the poison drips into the core
The blood that's tainted shall cease to pour.

Stringed wing rats hanging from the ceiling
with red eyes flashing without any feeling.
Pale moonlight floods in the glass gateway
hitting the fog causing disarray
from the melted window, frozen in place
Imprisoned to its task forever more.
Providing a hazzy, wavy taste
Of a world one cannot embrace
The vilest wickedness, death, and war
And paperweight gumdrops glued to my door.

Former white walls were washed by the dark,
Seems darker still with the moonlight's mark.
Cracked and wrinkled by merciless time
But as it goes "No witness no crime,"
And with that declared the truth unfolds:
Discarded canisters suddenly bore
The deepest secrets the shadow holds.
As I stare, the canisters explodes,
Light emmitted devours the 'noir'.
Now i see what i could not before.

Paved right before me was a way out
This was my chance, my mind had no doubt.
i leap over my bed-like casket,
Excitement knocks, i try to block it.
But then a figure stood in my path,
The mark of my sainted companion.
Mocking my movements without a laugh,
Guarding my entrance with eyes of wrath.
I back away from my reflection
And fade away from my imperfection.