Draw me near again that I may whisper in your ear the dark tales of my mind.
Know, they rumble in the pit of my soul like hot coals reluctant to come forth;
All day they toss and turn like nightmare-clutched children
And seep and soot ashen veils over all that I see.
Long of shadows and whispers, they know truths more than I ever will
And only share their lore through fevered episodes of uncanny seepage.
Draw me near again; the tales of my souls need telling,
Drawn me near, I beg; lest they burn through my eyes your face in monstrous wounds.
Cyril Bussiere 06-22-2014