the past ...

winding trails 

weaving patterns 

hot blood burbling 

a dead dank stench 

thick thorns

petaled roses 

daunting castles 

one-eyed owl 

demons 

dressed in bloodied lace 

cherry wine imprints on silver daggers 

distorted creatures 

burned by the fire

that burps from the ground 

molten lava 

cradled craniums filled 

with the thoughts of your biggest fears 

conjoined twins 

surrounding your conscience

singing sweet nothings of guilt 

chewed up tarot cards 

voodoo

conjured 

chemicals   

capturing your brain 

bringing you back to your past 

locked in a jail 

made from the strongest metal 

on earth your feelings 

record player thoughts 

chained to the chair 

of the voices in your head 

screeched high pitched screams 

hollowed out 

scooped bone marrow 

out of your wrist 

a scalpel digging in so deep 

causing your body to convulse in pain 

your head hitting the past    

and jolting you to the present 

tears spring to your eyes 

your tears turn black like poison

and dribble into your mouth 

cause your lips to lose color 

your lips melt due to the acidity 

of the fumes 

the gas reaches your lungs 

your lungs drown in the liquid 

of fluid of feelings

 you encounter

on your travels to the past 

yellowed photographs  

lost souls trapped in the coffin 

unwanted scenes put in your film of life 

demonic creatures lurking the brain 

spreading like cancer in your body 

cause you to die in your aspirations