~Dwindling Grace~
Merciful. All's more the pity.
Caress, as the senses go to their agonizing withdrawal. The slow drawn solace of the mind's distress…
For that I never felt more unashamed in my life. Though, the feelings prickle.
My ears resound with the blaring percussion of existence.
My lips branded with their timeworn customs. The patterns of habitual routines, eons spun and centuries woven, drool from my tongue, and fashion the sinew of my being.
The marrow and the flesh; fastening together what we must honour and abhor! Can that vindicate our odious fixture?
I half.
You whole.
Once you filled my hollowed consciousness?
Traitor.
Breaking bones and shredding tissue; they feel nothing!
You must know the delight in toying with a broken thing.
What satisfaction can compare, when you gaze on their flayed limbs, torn, lashed, so oozing with their insufferable life? Their welting, bruised skin, so black they can't even see. Utterly twisted and screwed against themselves to the point that even a pace is impossible.
And, the greatest delight of all, their own feeble betrayals are completely and utterly unavoidable.
Because you have been the loathed creature I described; the creature despised by all, and you still are!
The hateful creature, remaining whole.
If I knew thus, all my vehemence would dissipate without a trace. Like the unfinished soul, cut down before Scarred Age had a chance to lay its hand, and was sent hurtling, groaning, deep into the shades.
And I do.
To my pathetic, self-biased awareness, I do.
I am afraid. I am uncontrollably terrified.
When my finite existence has finally uncoiled, you will be there, intolerably whole, despite it all.
Intolerable of me.
Waiting for the sue for wistful clemency.
Author's Notes: I started work on these poems almost a year ago but I thought I had lost all of my work due to a freak accident, thankfully that is not the case and I will be uploading them in due time after a bit of polishing up. This piece was inspired by one grimdark tumblr blog in particular, Miss Diane, and it was based on Pinkamena's relationship with The Master. (This also coincidentally happened to be the only piece I saved separately and when I lost the file (though it was an older copy) I sent this poem to the mod not wanting it to go to waste, but nothing happened...so I'm just going to upload it here and see if anyone is interested).