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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PoetryPoetry after the change. A new vision of disaster and spirit. Less optimistic and more.