Beneath The Aisle - Part 3 Poem by XOR 999

The day drifts and time grabs motion
Witness the sun shift while darkness falls
I wait for the moon with a silenced pretension
that this night must be different
It has to be different
from the others that crawled
The black sky has covered the stars
Into a shadow casted inside my eyes
that same young eyes once blindfolded by the scars
Slowly opens up to witness her cries

Its a dream inside a dream
traveling swiftly with a few tales
changing course like a stream
where her memories freely sails
stuck inside these memories my vision clouds
into a world encumbered by unspoken miseries
narrating me about those blackouts
and a cancer like fairy bed time stories

The grave beside I sit now
cease to exist as the moonrise begins
Sharpening this nightwish crumbling
crafting a thoughtless life that never wins
May be what follows from here onwards
is her life back from the start
but fate keeps pushing me downwards
as if it was me who stabbed her heart

I move my fingers on the dirt
and feel the cold of her thoughts
Beside me lies another stretch
that leads to a garden of fairy knots
Fear has gripped me here and a question
is whether this stretch is an illusion again
just like the face, smile and her name
tempting me towards an abyss of pain
lusting me towards a land of promises
giving birth to unknown desires
but this time I'll revive my choices
forging the trap of loveless wires

her vivid memories have nothing to speak
just like my silent cries that went astray
I watch the dark skies from the top of a peak
Thinking about her as the night drifts away
As I kneel beside my own dead
For all the sins and the lies that swayed
I call it heartless love, which feels from the head
Her soul wonders while my soul fades
I am trapped behind this wall
but to her grave I walk this mile
Like I stand on the peak but fall
and fall deep beneath the aisle