Have you felt its bite?
The terrible
Horrendous
Ever-opening
Maw that
Threatens to
Devour all my
Certainty.
It gorges upon all that is
Bright.
Black breath flows
Over me
A
Blight
that saps my strength
My soul yearns to take flight!
Yet here i remain
Paralyzed by the
Gaze of this unrelenting
Beast,
Doubt.
Will there be
Restoration?
Can i hope for
Resuscitation?
Or is my yearning
Merely the
Death throes of
Passion
Burning
Burning
Burning
Out like a
Candle
Lit dinner?
It shall not
Come from you,
Romance.
You rose-colored
Vagabond.
Food for the maidens
Dream.
Despoiler of my
self
esteem.
i require another
To sustain
Me.
i know it can
Be found.
One who can
Remove this yoke
From me.
Who can vanquish this doubt?
Who shall turn my discordant
notes
of Sin
Into a sinphony?
He is the
One
That will catch my boulder
As it threatens to crush
Me
At the bottom of this
Hill.
So come to me!
i haven’t the strength to yell.
If you can hear
Then
You are
Well acquainted with
My
Bones
Breaking.
i am not
Strong.
Of this i
know
For the wilting of the
Lily
Told me
so.
