Consumption Of The Soul Poem by John Duffy

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