Skull of Souls

Cracking his head open

against the wall of death

he stores souls in his skull

for her to wear around her neck,

a final attempt at togetherness.

He strains to crawl and hide

inside broken skull, with

voice dangling in vicious madness,

earsplitting cries crushing cranium

luring her to sense of security,

a final attempt to hide derelict fate.

She is enveloped by a sickening tapping,

his thoughts entangled around her neck,

laced with bloody ribbons multiplying

to cushion the crackling voices.

Grey matters is crammed into fissures,

mud in the sewer of her mind.

The road melts before her in puddles,

black tar hitting her skull necklace,

sucking his entity through a straw,

existing in a black and festered hole

dying in a void that overcomes his sin

His shuttered eyes capture darkness,

he tries to escape the skull of souls,

brain finds no sleep – comatose ravings

interwoven into his hollow bones.

She casts the necklace of souls aside,

crushes his skull and is free from darkness

as he drowns in a dearth that annihilates.