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She sipped her tea, licked her numb lips with her tingling tongue then looked right through me.
With a loaded gun look aimed right at me, she winked. My heart stopped for I knew right then and there the fun had just begun.
Our Demons are our own creation haunting us internally while distorting or visions externally.
Waiting, at your disposal, to be used
Hoping to dry your tears
And yet through the years
I am used to cleaning up your mess
Then crumpled and tossed into darkness as if I have nothing left.
Step I’m failing at it
Step I should really just quit
Step I should just dig my own pit
Step maybe just one more
Step and I glance back noticing I have walked across the floor
Step my hand shakes as I turn the knob of the door
Step and I stand on the threshold I’ll never know what life has in store if I don’t take one more
The words just won’t flow
Clogged fountain pen scratching at a page
Still, I age
What is being human?
Or is it something more?
Surely we are not here for just a short time only then to return to the roots beneath the trees.
Surely there must be something more than pacing back and forth across the same floor.
Surely our humanity is really not such a catastrophe.
Will we wake one day to be able to say the words that flicker across our face?
Or is being a human constantly consist of tightly sealed lips?
if this is what being human means then I want nothing more.
Wake me when the reaper is near to take me from here…
If it is not though then whatever you do don’t let me go
Out of sight
Ever avoiding the light
Always in shadow
Lurking in the corner of my mind
A being I long to know