Thursday, April 19, 2018

My dark muse

The fingers of doubt and dread pull me down
Long, bony whisps of fear strangle and drown
I'm feeling choked, just want to breathe my last
Yet misery has claimed me, won't let me leave his clasp

It strokes me with a lovers touch
Each caress outlines the cold clutch
That claims me, holds me close to it's chest
A terrifying embrace that gives no rest.

Fight: do try if you dare
In the end, you'll find it's easier not to care
Suspended in space and time
Listening as the clock peals out it's leaden chime

Even if you try stop it's perpetual swing
You'll probably fail, because life does cling;
It respects not your pain, only cares that you remain
In this miserable, cold domain

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