Hidden

Red rose dripping
Like painted trees rustling
Working in a gray field of dust
Mask covered in blood
Dreams scattered to the winds
Lost in the darkness
Washed into the gutter with the rain.

Eating candy stolen from a baby
Acid destroying the white enamel of your mouth
Lips chapped, split, spitting blood
Make flies dance gaily around the head
Waiting patiently for their chance
To call what’s left their own
To claim the remains.

Sun shining on all the chains
Clinking away in the abyss
Locked away.

No one can hear the screams
Silenced by the ticking clock
That shushes their cries for salvation
Snatching away their last ray of hope
Muffling their sobbing breath,
Till nothing is left.

Fall comes and goes
Trees bloom and wither
A sapling grows into the sky
A stream becomes, a creek becomes,
Nothing but a trickle.

Death has come and gone
Sheltered in the passage of time.
A young boy stumbles upon a door
Placed in the ground
Like a mouth waiting to open
Holding secrets of terror and decay.

He struggles with the weight
The door that seems stuck
Swings ajar
Like a scream
The smell of hate and fear fills the air
Loathing permeates, like deadly toxic gas it fills the boy’s lungs.

Sneaking a look into the darkness
A single gleam of ivory
Captures the sunlight
They have been found.