Some Disease

The clouds came,
Played with bits of glass like sunshine,
Drops upon the shattered window pane,
Streaks across a tired heart and,
Broken mind. 

We kept it coming,
Long as any could,
Smashed the gates,
Smiled politely,
As they walked us in,
When backs were turned,
Their fate,
Our sin.

She gnawed,
Gripped my skin,
Held me tight,
Too tight to breath,
I let her go,
This time,
I let her go.
 
But back again,
She’d come,
One more time she’d see,
How this angel face,
Turned towards a devil‘s grin,
Inside of me,
Born of such simplicity,
I was dead,
As she stared dreaming,
Believing in us implicitly. 

Her tears would run,
Like rivers wild,
The wood creaked,
Her heart lost,
Then found to break,
My even temperament,
Could lessen,
Instead destroyed,
The pain grew worse,
A bitter end,
My deeper love for loneliness,
Did make.
 
I scrounged for crumbs,
Of loss and pain,
Found nothing in want,
Just more the same,
Her fingers loosened,
Fast their hold,
My emptiness,
Became much too cold. 

Away she walked,
Slamming doors,
Twisted face,
In devils gorge,
Expecting on my knees to beg,
Running now,
Its my disgrace,
Her voice trailed off,
The distant moon,
Turned my stomach,
Inside out,
Guts to rot,
Yet not too soon,
Her pain increased,
And still she blew,
Soft kisses,
Subtle songs of love,
Then through my eyes,
Her brain at last,
A vision clear as any sky,
That no more chances, 
Our time had passed,
At my disgust,
My lost desire,
And at,
My emptiness she swore,
That I was gone,
With every bit of knowledge,
She held that I would,
Be gone forever more,
She’d never perch,
Nor sit in longing,
Another night atop the step,
Crying,
Raging,
Beckoning from her tomb,
Outside my door.
 

 


 

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