Drugstore Ghosts

I awake in the twilight hour

To cracked lips and blankets choking 

Thrashing like some wild dog in a hunter's net

Fighting for my life

Only to be embraced by the the two pale twins

One I call thought

The other memory 

Both smile down at me

Their teeth like drugstore ghosts. 

Each time I awake they appear

Searing the flesh from my bones

Filling the wounds with salty brine

Like a song you can never forget

Or the smell pine.  

I take solace in their twisted comfort

At least they are demons I know 

We are old companions

They were there the night the lighting struck

And when I lay beside the black one in the quite snow

A constant reminder of the stone inside my chest

Of debts still yet to be paid.