This has been going on
for so long,
I forget my
reason for all this.
Solace and purpose,
left adrift.
Constantly creating,
something
consuming everything
and beset by
the threat of denial
and the innocence
of my dreams.
All that I wanted
in this life
was something good.
Sustenance,
pure and virile,
withered on the vine.
Forsaking my own fate,
denying my hunger.
Fallen away
into the shadow of time.
I’m not here
for just your body,
I’ve come for the epidermis,
I have come for the entrails.
Feeding isn’t what you thought it’d be.
There’s no beauty
left in survival, now.
I don’t know
whether to laugh
or cry.
All I know
is I have come to be
the thing that I despised.
So much for you
and all your kind.
All that I wanted,
all that I called for
was your life.
I used to lie awake
and shake
all through the night,
but now,
my conscience
is quiet;
I have my respite.
I spent my whole life
waiting to watch
the mask slide,
so I might see behind
and know that I had been deceived.
There was always a little truth
in every lie you believed,
and I have proof,
in your eyes,
and in your screams.
So glad we got to spend
a minute or two
settling those old arguments.
you and I,
so unalike
what I thought we’d be.
We could have been anything,
but we are
an atrocity.
HG – 2020
