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[dredpiratebunny]

its my shadow that gives back
its the cup of air in my hand
mistaken for more
my skin is loose and slides away
leaving my leper's eyes wide without lids
without sleep
without blood

nothing fills
nothing seeks
nothing cries no more.

if i could make something from nothing i would

this isnt torture
if i like it
i am breathing in the mockery of the morning
i am stewing bile in my belly
a sickness the only thing that sates.

i see their eyes in the dark
connected to the mouths of wolves
teeth that shine
desiring their devouring
i find peace in the languid licks and gnawed down flesh
i am food for demons
respite for the strong

they are my growling rats
carrying me to my void
self consumption
liquid forgetting of past and future
my flute like a twisted limb,
beckoning them to share this hell, these words unsaid

i become unbound
and yet so much the daughter of prometheus
the wind lifting me
the chains a reminder of things to come.

Comments

[alekryan.livejournal.com]

wow, this is very cool. Very nice imagery.

Sorry for the pain that is inspiring it, but poetry needs such fuel.