Black Angels

What lurks inside the darkness? Maybe it's all just a bad dream.

Black Angels

Now it is time.
I open my eyes to the darkness,
My dreams wasted.
I have been running
For far too long
And I never move.
I have lived within a scene
Beneath my screen
For years.
Tears turn to ice
And statues melt behind my eyes.
My black savage monsters
Rear their scarred heads
In the dark.
The endless glasses of red wine
Filled with fantasies
Of what I will never be;
Memories deeper than wounds
Still bleed and ooze
Blistering my hideous skin,
Cold to the touch,
Translucent like a phantom,
Their eyes evade me-
Too far away.
Because nobody can possibly
Fall into my depth.