Primal

This life is a black hole 

And you are but a void to me. 

Pulling me into your web. 

Drawing me in with your words. 

Making me forget myself. 

I fall to my most primal state -

Tearing, Clawing- 

With no greater desire 

Than to trap your pounding heart 

Beneath my heavy paws, 

And for no real reason 

But that you threaten the same. 

And thus I wear my warrior mask, 

I tuck in my shirt and tidy my hair, 

I try to convince the universe 

I am a civilized person. 

But when I hear your voice 

The jungle pulses through me, 

Primal screams shatter my thoughts 

And threaten to devour my demeanor. 

An inner part of me, 

So dark it haunts my sleep, 

Wants nothing more than to pounce. 

To attack your tender faith 

To make you understand 

The pain your words can cause 

When they are tipped with poison. 

When they are shot into my soul, 

When they strike, 

And I scream, 

And you drive them in deeper. 

Leave me here bleeding, 

Let the screams die away. 

I don't want what you call truth, 

Well-meaning wounds will never heal. 

You would save me from my feelings 

From what you would call my lies 

But I am loathe to let them go. 

My lies do not wound. 

My lies do not kill.