Beauty of the Beast

by Chasing Butterflies   Jun 18, 2011


Perverse nothings
Cascade from your lips,
Attempting, attempting, attempting
To cushion the knife
In my back
With your fingerprints
On the hilt.

Smothered by grief
Too painful to ignore,
Like everyone else
Can seem to do.
I try, try, try
To call your bluff
And I fail.

I silently scream
As your golden essence
Slips through my fingers.
"Gone... Gone... Gone..."
The words sear
My innocent tongue
Like acid rain.

I fall to my knees,
Pounding my fists
Against the cemented floor.
Blood, blood, blood
Wells on my fingertips
And pools
With salty tears.

Infinite things I
Coulda, shoulda, woulda
Done to keep you with me.
The beast you tamed,
The one inside of me,
Wickedly grins
Clawing its way back out.

I writhe in pain
As I lose all control
Over the body in
Which I never
Truly had any
Control over
At all.

For these hallowed eyes,
Slowing heart,
And dying soul belong to
You, you, and you
Alone.
And I refuse to let
You see me like this.

So I'll dig my hole
And never surface again.
This monster inside of me is
Evil... Evil... Evil...
So I'll kill it,
Along with my sanity;
Just to save you.

All For You...

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