nwolf
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Post by nwolf on May 12, 2017 12:35:06 GMT -5
Thoughts swirl, hurtling into the abyss From which I hope they won't return, But I know they will. They always do.
But O than honey, sweeter far, The temptation to self-destruct Lures me. My Sirens call.
What shall I do? What did I do? What can I do?
How could this have happened? How could I let myself lose my found? I don't know- but I did. My Sirens call.
"I shall not want" the chorus proclaims. I wan to believe them. I want to not want What I feel I need. But I do. Always.
Hands, mouth, and ears bound, My safe escape is lost to me. I shall not want. My Sirens call.
They say it's for the best. For them, or for me? Isn't it the same? Of course.
Thoughts reappear, reconstituted- But they never left. If only. The abyss laughs and my Sirens call.
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