DD - Matt McElyea

Within

As the Dark calls......I hear my lover beckoning to me.......
It's Dark fingers...i already feel.....running sickeningly down my body.....
It calls...it is hungry........
And i am its bread.....
I struggle to remember the time....when I was free......
Before the cold hands of fate...made me this nightmare......
It has been so long...
It doesn't even hurt anymore.....for I am numb.....
Who did I know......before this..........my demise.....
A faint memory...of a boy......in a tree....who felt........loved.......or at least...acknowledged..
Maybe that is why i resign myself to his painful love..
The tears he brings...are at least borne of an emotion.so hard to pull out on my own.
Like the blade that cuts you...letting you know...that yes...you are still alive......even if you no longer feel.......
But the blood runs......it always runs
And He feeds........he Always feeds.........
Dying for the touch of another..Being....I succumb to His wishes........
I pass a mirror.......I look for my lover...my tormenter.....
And I see Him....
And I see.....that this Monster....is Myself.......
At odds with what I used to be...
When I used to be..........Alive
Realizing that no escape is feasible..........I embrace the pain.....
In this world full of Lost memories................