There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.
It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.
It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.

And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed
their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,
you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.
Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.

He kisses upon my lips,  
expecting an apocalypse.

Yet my heart beats dry when he looks into my eyes.
The closer he pulls me, the farther I push his touch away.
I try to speak his name,
but I moan yours in hopes of ecstasy.

The memory of you has branded itself upon my mind.
I long for the sweet nectars of your flower,
but instead I am stabbed by his sword.

There is a wolf that stalks me in the night.
I hear her howls as I am confined to the gnawings of my mind.

She bore her claws in me once,
and I am now marked by the scent of a blood so bittersweet.
When I am weak, she lunges for me with daggers for teeth.
I am her eternal prey,
caught in a slow-burning wildfire.

The only path in sight, leads me to her lair.
It is the only place of refuge for the inferno that surrounds me.
My path is one from which I cannot hide,
for my blood makes a trail for this she-wolf of the night.

I await her presence. I have been here before.
But this time I do not know if I will make it out alive.

In this world, alone I stay.
Never have I seen a blacker day.
Alone we shall come, and alone we shall go
through this bleak, lonely road.

Trapped and confined within,
I am a slave to this skin.
No one can see this darkness I hide,
so I sink deeper inside.

Alone I shall come, and alone I shall go
on this weary, senseless road.
Time is neither a friend nor a for,
yet it hangs above me like a listless crow.

The scythe is summoned,
so I heed the days.
Without warning, without sound,
eternal darkness shall abound.