Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Disapproval
My stomach pangs with fear,
Like a disease boring a hole
Through my flesh.
At the same time,
I crave the darkness he brings.
His voice is thick, deep,
Whispering disaster in my ears.
His words detail my death,
I'm almost aroused with anxiety.
My heart won't be still, not as he
Plunges the knife deep within my womb.
Where life begins, he ends it.
I sink away slowly, slowly.
Having never felt alive, it's incredible
To watch this demon suck away my soul
And smile while tears glisten in his eyes.
Blood pools around me; I have a new fear.
When he leaves, I'll be alone,
To die in the dark without a hand to hold.
He paces back and forth,
As though realizing this detail.
I'm grateful for the company as my heart slows.
My worry erases, the fear becomes less.
He stands over me, black marble eyes searing
Into my own, his stone cold skin
Shining in the moonlight.
"One way or another," he whispers into my ear,
"I'll have your presence within mine."
He spreads his dark wings and flies away.
I wake up, my wound healed, my heart beating,
But feeling more lost in fear now than before.
Loneliness, my curse, my bitter cross to bear.
I know he'll return, and the pain will
Be much worse this time.
I can never be ready for this.
I am his game.
I do not approve.
4-24-12
Like a disease boring a hole
Through my flesh.
At the same time,
I crave the darkness he brings.
His voice is thick, deep,
Whispering disaster in my ears.
His words detail my death,
I'm almost aroused with anxiety.
My heart won't be still, not as he
Plunges the knife deep within my womb.
Where life begins, he ends it.
I sink away slowly, slowly.
Having never felt alive, it's incredible
To watch this demon suck away my soul
And smile while tears glisten in his eyes.
Blood pools around me; I have a new fear.
When he leaves, I'll be alone,
To die in the dark without a hand to hold.
He paces back and forth,
As though realizing this detail.
I'm grateful for the company as my heart slows.
My worry erases, the fear becomes less.
He stands over me, black marble eyes searing
Into my own, his stone cold skin
Shining in the moonlight.
"One way or another," he whispers into my ear,
"I'll have your presence within mine."
He spreads his dark wings and flies away.
I wake up, my wound healed, my heart beating,
But feeling more lost in fear now than before.
Loneliness, my curse, my bitter cross to bear.
I know he'll return, and the pain will
Be much worse this time.
I can never be ready for this.
I am his game.
I do not approve.
4-24-12
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