Solitude?
I’ve never liked
Being alone
Or
Hunted…
I seek
Refuge
Sweet
Sweet asylum
Where
The damned
Godless
Cruel mongrels
Of the night
Cannot
Touch us
I’ve stood
Wordless
Countless times
Before these very walls…
A velvet temple
With spiders who cling
To damp hope
“Inside…”
It whispers
“Come inside…
Where love will leave you
Defenseless…
A dirty mindless child…”
Before I can fall to my knees
And offer prayer or
Penance
To reverse my undoing
I hear
The wind
The wind softly laughing
As I draw my last breath
In the form of
Imagined
Desire
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