in a sepulcher Of bones and flesh Of lies and betrayal Of expectations and failure Of all the former lives I’ve led And any word that I’ve ever dared utter I am Undoubtedly
My feet strain against what feels like it can only be Quicksand. I struggle to keep up while this Literal Physical pain Robs my heart of all Desire Creativity Drive And Power
I fight a monster while both hands are tied behind my back It claws and creeps closer, Licking its lips, Savoring the taste of its own desire, It jabs and pierces my heart With poison daggers.
And all the while my fears watch, Sitting in box seats With genuine smiles And a lust for more, Dressed to the nines with Satin shirts And white gloves And diamonds and pearls. Laughing Singing songs Drunk off excitement At the prospect of being able to say: “Where were YOU When the monster slayed the man?