Da Horror iz

da Book unfinished,

da End unread.

Hidden, locked in,

da Bottom drawer of da Brain.

 

Secretz untold,

wait to be,

Retold, returned,

resurrected.

 

Pages for da Blind

who sea,

in da Dark.

 

Unheard

for lifetimes,

for deathtimes,

in between time.

 

Da Horror records,

dischord, tremors,

Brainquakes

cracking da Beauty,

Bits and pieces,

Fragments unfound.

 

Unforgotten, unlost,

unloved.

Unshut, unclosed,

Unclothed, unclean.

 

Until da Writer

re-rights da End.

But first, da Writer

must be da Reader,

watching da Beginning.

 

Re-member, re-collect, re-open,

Puzzling parts, dusting pictures,

Sanding rust, glueing plates.

 

Digging up, decaying wordz,

Rinsing, rotting memoryz,

Washing, false truthz.

 

Clean da Air, free da Past,

Face da Horror, tell da Truth.

Forgive da Unforgivable, believe da Unbelievable,

Turn da Page, scratch da Pen,

Close da Book.

 

Love da Beauty, Live da One,

Peace.