Erratica

I call you Isis
Because the words
Won’t leave my mind
Call me Osiris
So that I can
Leave behind
All the things
I cannot find

There’s a beat
Banging in my head
That’s got a tempo
Like honey spread on bread
It helps my feelings
Bleed on this screen
Until they’re read

At night I wake up
With my throat blood red
Hands at my eyes
A scream to wake to the dead
All I recall
The darkness in my head

Resurrect me Isis
Smite the Shades within
Until I can’t reason away
This wise man with no power
Then I can let you in

© 2010, Mosquitobyte