Gideon Grim's blog: "My writings"

Áilleacht sa Bás (Beauty in Death)

dropped within a glen of the otherworld in my darkest thoughts valleys
I traipse about in the solitude, thinking how surreal life can be without these
until a sharp,white hot pain lays me down...

"wake me now!" but, my fear only confirms the present truth

I am nowhere to be found...

A whisper of touch and a click of nails on a pane of glass, awakens me at last
but, what is this dankness I smell and sour taste in my mouth that it twists fast
a crust on sleep deprived eyes and mind, is slowly cut away with movement
Eyelid's peel back and... behold,a scene meant for the darkest human
I scramble to my feet in shock at the putrid display of death and devilment
Leaves in their driest form, fully cover an unholy forest floor, dotted by Skulls
Maybe, just maybe I can pick out what's meant in this ghastly show of souls
Then, I glance down at myself in guilt and shame, what happened to my clothes
what is this?! a dress of blood red fabric,impressed upon my frame
But,wait this isn't me at all, I am my dead sister with caramel tresses on my head again

I have found what I have lost,yet known it's hold all along... 

The lewdness of sheol's seductress pulled my sister from me in a sweet snack
that night of anger and pain I remember well,for echoes of the fleshy smacks
and the cartilage as it snaps in the barefisted heat beaten upon Mom's back
In that night I lost more than my dad, I lost that spitefulness to life's cracks...

the young,pouty lips and the giggle escaping them come back to me now
the places we went pale in comparison to this place so evil and full of denial
Boards creak and squeal drawing me about at their screeching exposure
Before me in the fog laden clearing stands a a simple clapboard shack so sure
It's boldness, almost prideful in the way the fog caresses it like fingers on skin
I take in the scene before me and adore the window sill made of candy
But, then there's the apparition in the window, again. Surely she can't be 
then She becomes whole and invites me in... but i'm left rooted to the spot
I've never been one to give in to lies we begin so I'm suited to the thought
I reach down and grab a skull then make as if to lick it's paltry surface
Apparition screams and as watch distorts then warps, My sister's in her place
A smile traces it way across those familiar traits, evoking a feeling of purpose
Lifting the skull in my hand, I look into the empty orbs and squeeze her face
The shrill banshee scream doesn't get past me as we scream in unison
welcoming cracks of bone breaking, leaves my soul shaking at the substitution 
Looking again I grin,submit myself to a feeling of healing as the skull becomes dust
Apparition shakes with pure hatred for me taking her child from her trust
Arms at my side I bring them upward and pray for Apparition's decay...

... and healing

I Open my eyes and with a crack and boom the clearing's laid bare
in the fading smoke a memory of mom, she lays there

then disappears.