Graveyard of reincarnation

A Poem by Ikraos

Steps i walk in this dead forest,
twisted trees and empty nests,
the evil wind, playing with corpses,
whistling blissfuly without remorses,
crackling arms under my feet
as their back bend for i to greet,
cold fingers on their broken bark,
bleeding fingers with them i mark

words unspoken forevermore.

A silence dripping on the muddy floor
soiling their roots with nasty lies,
burried deep, with them they rise,
like dark tentacles crawling out slowly
climbing my legs, gripping me firmly,
my mouth full of shallow screams,
a melody for them to enjoy it seems,
my eyes, running down my face
are empty sockets on a blank space.

Waltz of bones tearing out the skin
as the wind stares with a grin
waiting patiently for its present
to unravel itself with a last lament,

A twisted tree with empty nests
born again in this dead forest.