Poetry Wednesday – Disintegration


Took aim at my fascination
Left to discarnate disintegration
A forsaking too brutal in conquest
Upon forever leanings Death
Did promise with his hands
Wrapped around mine time
And time again his precious
Precious doll meddled isn’t
Words only fashioned and stuck
Took aim at my fascinations
Raped them clean from
My natureous beast
For nothing remained other
Than longing vigor
Useless in its means
Never means to
An end bitter vile
Back of my tongue
Unable to speak incantations
To bring back Death
What he violated in
My salvation greyed and fray
Yet all my own

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