Walking with the Dead

I wear the garb of the dead
for I have never really lived.
I'm pleased as a murderer
who has dealt his blow
successfully.
I walk in the gloomiest
part of town-
black as the grave.
Was I being led by the devil
in this abode of human trash,
vice, and crime?
Could they steal my soul,
my sordid mind?
Who caused me to fall
into this trap?
A few steps more and
it's absinthe time.
Temptations of the world,
My spirits revived,
so I write a letter to the dead.
This is where I long to be,
and feel the shadows move across my skin.
Touch my scarred soul and I will let you in.

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; horror in its purest form: a calculated crime both against the aspirations of the soul and affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings and lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night and is haunted by the memory of her cat. She is once again signed to Nostilevo Records in the near future. Her goth rock band, Ceremony 7 will be re-issued on this record label in the Fall.

Her fiction has been featured in The House of Pain, Screams of Terror, SpecFicWorld.com, The Official Fields of the Nephilim Site, SinisterCity, and U.K.'s Dark Of Night Magazine. Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising, Estronomicon eZine, Death Head Grin, Midnight Lullabies Anthology, Sein und Werden, The Horror Zine, and elsewhere. Her first collection of poetry, "Devil in the Clock," will be released in print in the future by Witchfinder Press.

Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/

Find more by Alexis Child in the Author Index.

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