Polaroids From The Dead

Polaroids From The Dead

The sun is precious outside,
Torching everything but my hide,
This bottomless pit of a sinner’s night.
You’d say it’s dark and cold
like the essence of a mortal’s fright,

Who, may that be outside my broken window?
Come in for tea but do not linger,
The night is darkest here,
As if death is always near,
Listening with its keen ears,
For pleas and sighs and tears.

I’ll be counting demons in my room,
They shall linger for the impending doom,
It’ll happen, not yet, but soon..
When the Muse see naught of the moon,
And the daisies forget to bloom…

When the night falls I shall write down
A story – Story of a girl,
Whose anguish you hear penetrates the walls,
At night when it was silent and still,
At night when the flowers were pale and ill.

She mourn for the lack of will,
Into the sink, the black pill,
Her tomb, the blue room, and the broken windowsill,
Haunted, by yesterday’s
laughter, …. still.

And I’ll be counting demons in my room,
They linger like an impending doom,
It’ll happen, not yet, but soon..
When the Muse see naught of the moon,
And the daisies forget to bloom…

Update : ABOUT IMAGE

The image above is a photo-manipulation. The background was a picture taken at an abandoned mental hospital ~Norwhich State Mental hospital (by a fellow Deviant ~xjordisonsgothx). The girl is our fellow deviant artist Akyrah and all the brushes used in this artwork belong to Aleksandra (Of Deviantart.Com).

Photo Manipulation is Copyright of Madnifesto / Madder, please don’t download and use without my permission.

For larger view of artwork please go to My DeviantArt Account.