HAUNTED

Scattered bones, like broken stones
disturb the field of my dreams
Light less eyes, kissed by flies
died in a symphony of screams

I have to know, what made you go
to the killing ground
where your teardrops fell
without sound

Scarlet rain, like rampant stain
dampens the weave of my thought
Velvet thighs, bruised and tied
lie in a requiem hard caught

I have to know, what made you go
to the riverbed
where your blood drops fell
blackest red

Whispered name, like notations wane
disrupts the tide of my breath
Stunned by lies, urgent cries
sigh in a granite hail of death

I have to know, what made you go
to the desert night
where your life-drops fell
crimson bright