Static Shadows(Instrumental Noise Improv)

static shadows bleed through skin
i'm in the wallflower again
figures with blurred faces pass barely legible,
yet sharp enough pierce a hole in my eye
and let go a solitary feeling
wings of ravens swirl in and out of my eardrums like gusts of wind
nothing is seen, no perception is gained
now life through photos
spiraling deeper into the frame, clouds cover the red moon
the environment shifts to an open field
starless and unfeeling a great wound in the atmosphere
deeper into the heart of this hatred
deeper into veins through my skin
deeper into my state of consciousness i see the wax doll, face melted
no more discernible features, left a raped slate of disappointment
the gallery falls under, bodies leave for a simple form
no more can be felt
nothing is heard
shadows dance to censor the scene
wilted and bruised I lie