I Dreamt Long

Deep grass to cover me
Deep dirt to smother me
Deep dreams to haunt me
Deepness to taunt me

I see your mausoleum on the hillside, buried myths and moths and dust rot bones. I have wandered here of my own volition and stand with hands in pockets as I peer into the catacombs. No one knows where I have wandered, no one will call when I don't return. I am alone here with just the wind and the voice of the past whipping down my spine. I can't rush this, just give me some time.

Wood to bind me
Cotton to wind me
Time to abuse me
Darkness to use me

One foot in front of the other I am stepping into the gaping maw, hands outstretched to maybe stop my fall. I have never been here before, I will never pass through again, but I hear the voice calling me to the end. I tread on skulls, on ribs, on spines, I pick through tunnels of buried lives. I taste the rotten flesh on the stagnant air and hear the whisper of voices that aren't really there.

Fire to burn me
Whips to turn me
Water to drown me
Haven't you found me?

I am deep beneath the surface of the world and I stand alone on a precipice made of dirt and bone. I can see nothing that she does not show me, know nothing she does not bestow on me, hear nothing, feel nothing, I can no longer run. She is the addiction that will leave me undone. I crawl forward on hands and knees, feeling arms reaching up from beneath.

Grass to cover
Dirt to smother
Bones to break
Life to take

Some hard altar becomes my bed, some skulls sit beside my head, I lay with bated breath awaiting her hand to bring my death. I am here of my own volition and choose to stay out of contrition, or sorrow or fear or remorse or peace, I am here to die and be released. So bring down your hand with brutal force, I no longer run, Mistress, I am yours.