Beckoning in Search of Reckoning

"Beckoning In Search of Reckoning"

Vacant hearted within the realm of my minds home
A fierce awakening ignites my brain to roam
The train door closes, and they come beckoning
Knocking on the chamber door in search of reckoning
Bemoans the grim phantasm of lurid remorse
Decaying war painted walls shed fading mossShaking today the skin of yesterdays halls
Flaking dismay and sin as destiny calls
Like sugar in tea, dissolving the pain of history
Disrobing the haunting curse of unfaced mystery
Rouge colored fragments peel and surrender
Carpeting the ground plaguing those who remember
Like lifes recipe, raspberry covered guilt
Every flower deserves the chance to wilt
We preserve the shadows of antique lands
So to see ourselves within ghostly hands
Madness manifests suffocating within the walls
We heed the melancholy screams as insanity calls
Echoing to the parade of marching shadows in white
Whispering secrets to black eyed angels in flight
Merciful wings stir an unrest of self branded humility
The mind spins the revolving doors of hollows futility
Stripped naked in the absence of eternal light
Comes the dawning of ancestral reflection tonight
I ask the vision within the mirror " Are We Happy Yet ?
And she replies with ghostly blackened eyes " Have we met ?
Khristina Lupinacci 1996