Lurking

Drowning in a stream of fuzzy thoughts

Drag the dead out of their tombs

Every time, after I doubt 

The nature of what I see

And the sobriety of my tongue  

While they rotten slowly

And I watch and rewatch 

These shows of decomposition 

Whatever she came to promise

I don't have it

I'm dry, overflowing powder

To suffocate her pervasiveness 

While she does nothing but collecting flowers 

In a dark room, as they suffocate 

Just for aromatization

 I poke holes and carve bruises

Smothering her silly fairy-tale words 

Which deviate me from my path

All I ask is do not listen

Do not forget I'll always be here

Lurking and conspiring

Compulsively digging my way out