A House Built on Burial Grounds

you and I are not alike
ruin, I and
you alight
you usurp the
lunar light
doppelganger,
you efface the beauty
of the night
you incite the graying passing
of my light
the incipit of new life is
blighted by the phantoms floating
in and out of waking dreams
stabbing through my memories
smirking on the black veil of my
eyelids squeezed
I wish to be blinded when you haunt me
leave



11/04/09