the past ...
winding trails
weaving patterns
hot blood burbling
a dead dank stench
thick thorns
petaled roses
daunting castles
one-eyed owl
demons
dressed in bloodied lace
cherry wine imprints on silver daggers
distorted creatures
burned by the fire
that burps from the ground
molten lava
cradled craniums filled
with the thoughts of your biggest fears
conjoined twins
surrounding your conscience
singing sweet nothings of guilt
chewed up tarot cards
voodoo
conjured
chemicals
capturing your brain
bringing you back to your past
locked in a jail
made from the strongest metal
on earth your feelings
record player thoughts
chained to the chair
of the voices in your head
screeched high pitched screams
hollowed out
scooped bone marrow
out of your wrist
a scalpel digging in so deep
causing your body to convulse in pain
your head hitting the past
and jolting you to the present
tears spring to your eyes
your tears turn black like poison
and dribble into your mouth
cause your lips to lose color
your lips melt due to the acidity
of the fumes
the gas reaches your lungs
your lungs drown in the liquid
of fluid of feelings
you encounter
on your travels to the past
yellowed photographs
lost souls trapped in the coffin
unwanted scenes put in your film of life
demonic creatures lurking the brain
spreading like cancer in your body
cause you to die in your aspirations