Eventually
From a throat in the darkness comes a scream we all try to ignore, sitting in the light of a different world from the one that has screams in the dark corners of days, or so we like to believe until we hear a too familiar sound in a place that has never known such a sound before.
You know/you need
I am running out of metaphors and similes to describe my love for you, having repeated and repeated them to the point of staleness. I can simply say I love you, and hope you know it, hope you know it without another word having to leave my mouth, for as you have said yourself so many times before my mouth would be better used devouring you whole, love proven more in actions than words.
Are entertained enough to forget?
The blood in my eyes, flowing from the thorns in my forehead, blind me to the crowds gathered around me like a guard of honour without any honour, but I can still hear their bays, their mocking. I can still hear the joy in their voices from this new entertainment that distracts them from the savagery of their-day to-day lives, their bank accounts forever empty, the bills forever due, the lover forever unfaithful, the job forever back-breaking, the sea forever boiling and the reason for it all and more forever ignored. Is this how I'll be remembered? Dying on blocks of wood, carved from trees from another time, another world, like a lesson taken from history with the lesson removed? Is this how I'll be remembered, blind with blood, which might as well be tears, as I wait for death to come and spare me from a pain which seems partially a blessing, while whatever comes next, I do not dare know?
Flight of the dragonfly 