Ill scream for all these things
untie lacey ribbons yanking my mouth
the blurred vision of  reality
You say its love but really
how it vies to kill me
it curls its fangs around me
lulls me with its symphony
until i rest under its brow
the comfort it bestows without a doubt
then snaps its jaws onto my flesh
rips me apart
so little left
depart depart it sails away
i am too weak to give it chase
i lay alone
i lay here now
as its demons jab and prance around
clouds asses damage from on high
frail limbs and subtle moans
the weak cry of hope
the repeat of all she’s ever known

~Willow