The Night

the night is dark and dead

a mirror to my bitter soul

I walk by empty, love deprived streets

filled with ghosts from our long ago

smiles on their faces

they carry on a trivial lopping conversation

us once, they talk about sweet yesterday

and I miss you and miss you

oblivious to reality, they float on infinite bliss

the further I'm upon and monsters that mourn

are born from shadows of nothingness

dematerialized creatures morph to dozens

of floating, haunting eyes

and advance slowly towards me

long, tall slim figures squeeze and contort

out of invisible corners and woodwork

they reek of your sweet perfume

I hear your voice calling in the distance

and I miss you and miss you

I run to your calling and I run

but menacing arms reach out to me

from their transparent bodies

they long to pass their infection on to me

red pair of eyes glare at me from the darkness

I see sorrows amass to drips from all eyes

as they approach

towering figures drop to their knees

and manifest burning throats

uncontrollably, they sing a desperation song

to the night, to each other

and then on to me!

monsters of mourning do as they may

and pass their infection to dry eyes

in unison now

we all turn and mourn

you