The scratch

pity washed in saturated dance
crashing glances fighting second chances
upon the broken thrones
seated on top of a distant mirrors bones 
this piled dam I created
stems a gothic tear yet crucified hanging clear
my face forced into the promised sun
faded sight I borrowed scented crimson vampiric visions 
drawn in spiralling sand
that hoof of solid gold
kissed by these or those
all behind 
Silence threatening 
amongst a gaping scream
  Birth
the nightmare dream