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Inspired by Sherrily Kenyon's latest novel "Dark Side of the Moon", and the complicated relationship between Acheron and Nick.
Cheers to the greatest author who's ever lived.
Here lie the last of the shredded wounds
I laid open for your tasting.
Ephemeral like the night life you created
in the your mind.
Eternal, somehow fleeting
although passing with the pace
of a snail
it's a never ending compulsion that I suck on.
So instead I just inhale,
hoping to find the end of my lungs
the place where it can no longer endure.
The place where it reaches bottom inside me
until
I'm
no
longer
real.
The wounds ache and fester with each moment
I'm reaching for the neosporin
only to find the cabinet filled
with your left over sutures.
Home made stitches
the smell of cauterized flesh
metaphysical and symbolic,
but something that's real
beyond the dreams
we tried to manifest.
Here lie my aching wounds for you.
The betrayal at the way you smiled
through the turmoil broiling in you.
The spent tears that I boiled
in hopes of reconsuming them
to parch my aching thirst for you.
Long midnight strolls along the street
where street lights proved
too bright in lieu of the
contrite midnight you left inside of me.
Endless summer days where the heat
could compare nothing
to the hell
that was burning within me.
Here lie the analeptic covering,
the way struggling never ceases
beyond the moments I'm left to pant.
My hands are fumbling with the needles
but I can't find the vein
to inject
the cure for my...
...my addiction to you.
To inject the vaccine
that will protect me from ever
feeling this way again.
Hell's fires are freezing over inside of me.
I think it's a lie--
pigs have wings,
they just hide them well.
After all, here I am, standing when I thought
it was impossible
to exist
beyond my addictions.
I struggle to reach the NA's meeting
but I never attended the first.
Cold and callous,
I lower down the empty box to
the laughing arms of the earth.
Here lie the future that I lost.
A nameless entity buried under
the grudging pile of shit.
Here lies the nameless tomb
and inside lies my unhealed wounds.
AcheronXNickXStryker=Love ^.^
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