The Abandoned Banquet

I made this just for you
I made everything and wouldn't give up
Until it was almost perfect
But now you're not here to enjoy it
Now there are only the rats and the spiders
And the monsters who resemble them

The lights went out on the chandelier
A glorious banquet sat for ages undisturbed
No one has been here and no one has heard
Banisters crumbling, wallpaper peeling
Rooftop sagging, specters pleading

No one has seen this dark grow deep enough
To suffocate and blind you
Into believing you never existed at all
That you're just a figment's figment
Patrolling corridors of a damaged mind

And one day this place is going to come down
And I don't want to be here when it happens
I don't want to see a shade
Moments before I become one

Spiders wheedle softly
In their isolated corners
Knitting blankets for the children
Saving poison for the sinners
Rubbing limbs together
In slithery anticipation
Silken trip wires ready
To fell another giant

Are their shadows exaggerated
Or are they truly monstrosities
Who yearn to drain me to the sound
Of moaning wind and creaking wood
And a ghost politely imploring for another chance?

And the banquet is waiting in the grand dining hall
Fruits as bright and healthy as the day they grew
Roasted animal still shimmering with its warm glaze
Vegetables still steaming in the casserole dish
Waiting for me to take a bite
Just a bite, mind
Then I'll sleep
And sleep
And sleep.

I made this just for you
I made everything and wouldn't give up
Until it was almost perfect
But now you're not here to enjoy it
Now there are only the rats and the spiders
And the monsters who resemble them

Someone please break down these doors
I can't stand knowing they can close me in
Any time they want to
Someone throw a rock at the windows
So I can hear children singing outside
And telling of the abandoned house
Where the dead imagine being alive
Where the imaginary tell themselves
That only they are real

But I am alive
The lights went out on the chandelier
There's so much food but the guests never arrived
The spiders are singing me to sleep
But I am alive
I am.

The End

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