Snake
I cannot break away from you.
You, whose green eyes and soft voice
Keep me from
the edge of
insanity.
Even when I picked at the remains of my last glass of wine
You were there; You offered me another.
And though I wrenched from your grasp I could not
Sever it so utterly completely.
When I poisoned you thoughts, you drank every last drop
And changed it to more wine for my already intoxicated soul.
Was it you, or the wine?
My nightmares, when they come to the surface, were chased away
by you childish demeanor and bumbling ways
And sometimes I long for the days when I could,
drown in my empty wine glass
not thinking of you.
Dangling in a cage with my self righteousness and self inflicted pain,
My eyes clouding over, reminiscent of times you weren't there that affect you now and I
tell you to leave.
But you are always there, always pushing limits, always sacrificing--
and annoying, so goddamn annoying...
However still, I cannot break away.
This is yet another story inspired by Shadowphoenix. I like this one more so than Fiery Glory. I'm sort of sad; this poem series is just to remind everyone that I'm still alive and well. I'm kinda in a senior slump right now, but I promise that I'll be updating soon.
"I will return, for I am the darkness..."