There, untouched by the setting fire,
Gliding, above the trembling lake was this, overbearing
Shadow, approaching me, sitting under
This sickly tree, in the midst of a rolling fog,
As the shadow came closer, it formed a shape
And then, before me, darkness appeared,
But I was not afraid, I welcomed its bleak emptiness,
Yet an enigmatic stillness grasped hold,
Chained me down to the soil, I followed it’s approach,
Until death, rose over, pleased to be in it’s presence,
Huddling softly to its cloak, eager for the finale,
“Waste away, you’re not yet joining the forever tortured.”
It spoke, but it wasn’t audible, I heard death in my head,
Which felt like a blast of jagged chill,
Eating away my insides, as I stared into the hollowness
Peering through me, why has death emerged,
“Why count the falling leaves, and dismiss
The sunset, which begs for your attention,
Instead you loiter at my door, sinking into a stale image,
You’ve allowed an infestation, in through your picket fence,
Followed by attacks upon your house, fallen
Into this swamp, slowly succumbing to it’s drag.”
“It was the only way to move on, to bury her memory,
I rather not have, loved and lost,
Only to walk lost, pretending it was the better
Side of this world’s spectrum,
I believe that it would have been easier, never exhaling
From taking in her sweet scent,
And shattering every broken piece of bone,
My senses taste her sweet vanilla, that drifts
Into my haunted consciousness. ”
“Those shackles, tightly clasped, are of your own design,
Destroy them, and move in through the brume
Out into the perched orchard, as you crane your eyes
To the sullen shores, as the water kisses the warmth
And sizzles, yet you distance yourself.”
“You judge me, thinking I haven’t lived,
Well I did, with her laugh, echoing in my evacuated mind,
And I rather transpire, than search for her unique likeness.”
“One person isn’t a life, when the world is comprised
Of a slew of differences, which is left behind the blinds
That you seem to be lost behind, scratching
At the grave, you’ve unearthed.”
“You stole her away from my heart, and dragged her down,
So yes, I sat here marinating in this melancholic setting,
Waiting, for you,
To display your weakness.”
Within the moment, my hidden blade,
Tucked into my sleeve, reflected death’s fright,
I slashed at death’s open light, killing the darkness
So that I, can assume the mantle,
If you don’t evolve, then you die.
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