Muted Cries

I feel the darkness

creep behind me,

rattling chains

and closing gates.

Prisoner trapped

in own soul,

skin shriveled

in ruined shrouds,

trembling hands

reaching out

in muted cries

of dread.

Falling into

empty space,

broken and misplaced,

invisible figures blowing

in frozen wind of past.

Devil’s spawn dancing,

icy fingers grasping,

screaming minds

of ebony asylums.

Lying mirrors

reflecting graves

with two bodies.

Crawling toward

light, alone,

baleful howls

of invisible wolves.

Hate radiating

in the distance.

Deceiving shadows

escaping to the place

where life begins.