A dark mist filled our lungs
That night.
A dark treachery of the soul.
We could have been forgiven
Thinking it to be our last night
Together.
Never did we think it
To be our last night…
Upon a house we stumbled,
Feet dragging,
Soles bleeding.
Through broken glass we would
March to salvation,
To our demise.
The howl of something
Unnatural
Followed us inside,
Penetrating ourselves
As if it were a blade of steel
As if it were a blade of steel,
More preferable a death.
A blade to enter,
To depart,
Without violation, a mind lost.
It followed us all the way to refuge.
No remorse.
No pity.
The darkness tore through walls
Of solid stone.
Of timber and iron.
A darkness so foul
It drowned us both
Long before it even
Held us.
Suffocated by the inability
To scream for help.
To scream to wake the mind
That was surely dreaming.
The consciousness detached
Conjuring wild fantasies
Of wondrous monsters and
A love lost to the screams of
Reality.
Safe within the heart of this
One time home,
We found ourselves without.
The walls of stone could only
Delay the inevitable
Long enough for the barriers
Of the mind to collapse.
The sob of a dying love
Pulled the dream from the
Darkness one final time.
A world crumbled in
A second.
The womb of a fate devoured
Us entirely.
A hope lost as earth found
Gravity.
The darkness found its way
To our hearts.
Our souls.
The fires of a furnace fed
Devoured resolve.
Unable to move,
We held our arms open
To an evil,
Before unknown.
She fell to its
Venomous sting,
A smile stretching out.
As honest as any seen.
Next I felt the abhorrent
Elation.
The teeth of pure darkness
Found my heart.
Found myself.
A life
A soul
A love
Lost.
Lost beneath the smile
Of our Sweet Selene.
--
A quick word about this poem. I'm not really one for writing poetry and I generally suck at it, so I was shocked at myself when I wrote this late one night. I'm happy with how it turned out, if a bit long. I even put it up on DeviantArt but it's never been read by anybody other than my friends. So let me know what you think and your ideas as to what it's actually about.
That night.
A dark treachery of the soul.
We could have been forgiven
Thinking it to be our last night
Together.
Never did we think it
To be our last night…
Upon a house we stumbled,
Feet dragging,
Soles bleeding.
Through broken glass we would
March to salvation,
To our demise.
The howl of something
Unnatural
Followed us inside,
Penetrating ourselves
As if it were a blade of steel
As if it were a blade of steel,
More preferable a death.
A blade to enter,
To depart,
Without violation, a mind lost.
It followed us all the way to refuge.
No remorse.
No pity.
The darkness tore through walls
Of solid stone.
Of timber and iron.
A darkness so foul
It drowned us both
Long before it even
Held us.
Suffocated by the inability
To scream for help.
To scream to wake the mind
That was surely dreaming.
The consciousness detached
Conjuring wild fantasies
Of wondrous monsters and
A love lost to the screams of
Reality.
Safe within the heart of this
One time home,
We found ourselves without.
The walls of stone could only
Delay the inevitable
Long enough for the barriers
Of the mind to collapse.
The sob of a dying love
Pulled the dream from the
Darkness one final time.
A world crumbled in
A second.
The womb of a fate devoured
Us entirely.
A hope lost as earth found
Gravity.
The darkness found its way
To our hearts.
Our souls.
The fires of a furnace fed
Devoured resolve.
Unable to move,
We held our arms open
To an evil,
Before unknown.
She fell to its
Venomous sting,
A smile stretching out.
As honest as any seen.
Next I felt the abhorrent
Elation.
The teeth of pure darkness
Found my heart.
Found myself.
A life
A soul
A love
Lost.
Lost beneath the smile
Of our Sweet Selene.
--
A quick word about this poem. I'm not really one for writing poetry and I generally suck at it, so I was shocked at myself when I wrote this late one night. I'm happy with how it turned out, if a bit long. I even put it up on DeviantArt but it's never been read by anybody other than my friends. So let me know what you think and your ideas as to what it's actually about.