I am entombed
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
My feet strain against what feels like it can only be
I struggle to keep up while this
Robs my heart of all
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
And white gloves
And diamonds and pearls.
Drunk off excitement
At the prospect of being able to say:
When the monster slayed the man?
When the beast sunk his fangs in?
When the soul bled out?
Where were you?