Call me now, call me out from the inside
Of my mind where the silence is grinding,
Let the sounds and screams of sorrow see the light with me and fade away with tomarrow.
Outside in the light of the mourning
Call my name, scream it loud,
Let me hear you wanting . . .
I don't know where the end of this road is,
I know it's far away from the onset,
The onset of some putrid pestilence.
Let it rise, let the tears brim from your eyes,
And when you die don't shed a single thought of me
For I'll be bleeding on the ominiscent altar of my mind,
Shedding my emotions into thin air.
When the deluge of rain starts to fall once again and bring you from the grave,
Call my name once again into the mourning.
I think that the meaning of this poem should be a challenge to find for reviewers. So, have fun! I'll give the meaning later once someone comes close. Maybe it's easy to decipher.
