Burnt

on the spot

Standing here, with my black dress on; the one you liked the most.

The black skies are all that is rolling past me, the ravens caws are the only thing I can hear.

I can see the field before me turn black from the power within my heart; bruised and broken.

 

My love for you has rotted; turned into a demon and now is haunting you as you lie, closing your eyes, begging for sleep.

 

I can’t believe I took into consideration everything you told me, when you said you loved me, when you said I was the only one on your mind; our future was bright.

 

I can see you now, as I look through my new haven, blackened skies and a field of demonic corpses; you’re shaking.

 

 

 

Don’t be afraid, I haven’t changed, my soul is still the same; strangled in your embrace.

 

 

 

But soon, I shall redeem her back and let go of you, letting the sky take care of the one thing I’ve most cherished.

 

I will stroke your throat, whispering solitarily, words of comfort, looking into your eyes because I love your eyes; they once comforted me.

 

But now, staring into two empty black holes, letting my soul remain unchanged, untouched I realize something; I’ve already let go.

 

And now, here I go, blaspheming the world over again, slowly rising up the gates to my home, I wonder if I’ll ever change my mind.

 

 

 

I hold your hand tightly, afraid of letting go again, afraid of demonizing this already demonic place.

But you’re slowly slipping away, and my eyes…

Are becoming concaved…

I’ve sunken in myself, and my hands are shot straight up, waiting for you to get up and pull me out.

But I forgot you were gone, and there’s no one here to help me, but me.

 

 

 

And that’s a miserable thought to think about, as I’m sinking, one thought plays on a loop in my head; I used to love you.