Scratching At My Windows

Scratching At My Windows







Scratching at my windows.

Your voice is in my head.

Tossing, turning throughout the night.

Those final words you said.



Outside the trees wear faces.

Cold lightning makes it day.

The trees, they have those blinking eyes

to watch my mind decay.



I almost had you with me.

You left me only dreams

and now you come to me at night

to rip me at the seams.



Owls keep collecting.

They turn their heads around

somehow wearing sickish smiles.

Through them you watch me drown.



I lie in my own bloody bed.

I drink until I am full.

Scratching at the windows.

Soon scratching at my skull.



In time I am in pieces.

Through those owls you watch me crawl.

Claw out my heart the owls give you.

At last you have it all.



The trees outside wear faces.

They change throughout the show.

My love for you was not enough

and now the blood does flow.



I hear scratching at my windows.

Voices in my head,

bleeding out, remembering

those final words you said.



I almost had you with me

but now the wretched owls scream.

I lie in my own bloody bed

hoping this is all a dream.



Now I have become heartless.

My mind seems without view.

Owls turn their heads around.

Their eyes belong to you.





--msl2024