The Phantasm
I can hear my heart beat
It writhes in my chest.
It echoes through this black forest.
I can hear His footsteps.
The fog blankets the trees.
The damp, raw, and sickly aura
Follows me with every step I take; why did I come here?
Why did I come to His home?
Slithering bony fingers stroke my shoulder.
His breath licks at my neck.
He's here, of course he would be. I knew better than to come here.
But why did I come here?
I drift my eyes to my back; there He stands.
The moonlight cascades down His dark body.
The black noose of a necktie constricts His slender neck.
I taste the bile bubbling up my throat.
His arms curl around me. I dare not move.
He guides me to him; our chests grind together.
His hands are ebony branches with a touch of finest silk;
I swallow the poison boiling in my mouth.
The branches waltz with us as the dirt road crunches beneath us.
His breath kisses my face; His breast gnashes mine.
His perfect plain plaster face peers down to me.
My eyes, my lips, my face, my body are His.
I yank away and try to run.
His siren song calls me back.
I know I shouldn't stop, I know I should keep running,
But He always knows how to pull me back.
When I was young, He was there beside me,
Watching over me with that plain plaster face.
In my dreams He watched over me,
I could never run away.
Try as I may, try as I might, I could never get away.
That song always pulled me back, and here we are again,
Although this time, I know it will be the last.
I don't care anymore; I'm sick of avoiding Him.
I'm tired of running and hiding.
I'm tired of dreaming and waiting.
I'm tired of kicking and screaming.
I'm tired of it all.
I welcome Him. I want Him to take me.
I want Him to destroy me.
I want Him to break me.
I just want Him to end it all.
The Phantasm lifts me into his arms.
He pins me to a tree; the branches curl around my wrists.
His ebony hand rests over my heart; the tip pierces my skin.
I'm finally His now.
He now has what He always wanted.