Decade

There are moments
infinitesimals without number
fed upon by ragged dogs
sucked dry
by dead dreams
by the labours 
of misguided Hercules

These moments
             bear
upon us
        weighted
but empty

Shades of dreams
unknown
       forgotten
                 suspended
above the shrill and shrieking
                               cries
of burgeoning warlords
summoning death in a thousand
                             vanities

Gone
is the gentle
             voice
that called me
               back
that called me
               forth
from the devil’s edge

Lost
it is now
Ghost and shade and
                   shadow
Full of nothing but
                   pain
Alight with nothing but
                        sorrow
Calling itself
              Love

Lies. Lies. Lies.
                 All
Lies.

Words
are all and everything and
                          no
thing

Their blood
           pools
in the palms of your
                    silence
in the words you
                refuse
to speak
in the chance
we had that
            You
aborted

Incubus
        Succubus
                 Mis
carriage
           Un
born

Dead

4 thoughts on “Decade

  1. gywn phillips says:

    Wow! Just WOW!

Thank you for letting me know you were here.

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