Regret

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I never thought it mattered,

the choices were to make.

No one else considered -

I did things for their sake.

And on the night I kissed you,

it opened up a grave.

All the evil and maligned Things

that travel on the wind, behind the

veil that night brings, enshrouded in

our sins, screamed an Aeon's scream

of delight and licked their lipless

mouths.

I never should have come here.

I never really thought about the

things that mattered, the things you

need or want. And now it's all

corrupted, twisted out of sort.

The last thing that I wanted 

was to see you hurt.

As I look down into the hole I've

spared -  upon your lifeless

corpse and the life we made,

I realize I've run and run and run

in terror from that which is real and

that which is true; these creatures

with their claws in the memory of

you.

I know that they are inching 

ever closer to the breach, lustily

they lick their teeth at fantasies of

flesh. But the torture clawing at me - 

is escaping Death. 

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