O Lord, Now is the Time to Prey.

She shares the sting of each teardrop and smothers with questions.

Why am I any better?  I don’t know how to answer that.

I shared with you the story of my stinging memories and I tried

I strived

To be what I’ve been waiting to become.

And I was able to be, with you.

I could exist in my fantasy without waking up,

Because I was already awake.

But what puts me on such a large horse?

My head spins these webs and my heart becomes tangled in them and can’t escape.

And I feed off of that sweet, toxic confusion.

I’m higher than she is because I swim in the clouds of my creation.

I’ve bled out my thoughts into your waiting, vampiric mouth

And she has just…bled. Into your copper hair and your lungs.

I found you desired drowning.

You needed to die within the constraints of infatuation and even more devastating-

With her. As she smothers. And cries. And bleeds.

I’m sorry I can’t capture my prey the way she does and that’s because you were always the predator.

You captured me.