Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned in shadow I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void Daring to hope Pleading to be sedated by the radiant I always come up short I attempt to cling to the tangibl...
A poet wrote, “parting is such sweet sorrow,”A cloying sentiment I would dispute,The fading of love spawns such bitter fruit,Better death than to awake the morrow.Though the fruit of love’s dawning seems so sweet,The joy of its consumption is but briefAnd rapture turns too soon to anguished grief,For the pleasure of love is but deceit.The promises of amorous desire,Of endless bliss in paradise, are false,And fruit that ta...
