The likeness that enables all
the future that awaits us all
by the by we all see
the names that come and go
the ghosts that cry
at night desperate
that which came before
no more the light but night
the love and hate
one felt but which no more
could know the likes of whom?
The eternally young
The darkness comes and we all sleep
We crave more and more
As our dreams reveal all and no more
It hurts, I know
But what demon
What soul
all but same
could not hold on anymore
the truth that comes
his terrors that come only at night
yet never to reveal the truth behind it all
he knows its me
he knows I know
the truth is I do not know
but what is so wrong
a simple name
what can it hurt to know
he appears before me
he comes beneath me
grasps my heart until it breaks
he no more could feel the hate
only thy confusion
that of which was never known
Marcus I said out loud and he went away to never be seen before my dreaded grasp again
