Aching

For f**k's sake, am I really this desperate to keep poetry up that I have to dig into ancient archives?

God, oh God,
please stop this aching;
vivid acts of violent shaking.
I cannot stop the silent waking
to Gorgonic hands breaking
dawn and moving on
until the demons come to spawn
and burn our homes
and break our souls,
our hearts no longer in control.
We shall die unto the shaking.
God, oh God,
please stop this aching.