The handsome Two

The Handsome Two

Emptiness, a feeling worse than any of his rivals, second to none in stature, a brute by any definition takes me this day.

Fearless even in the light, leading me by the hand into the darkness at the edge of sleep.

Held together but thread effortlessly broken, cutting through my wrists with anger.

He pulls on my ventricles and tugs at my valves. Cold and ruthless tug once ………tug twice ……. and again.

Taken by his apprentice Numbness, A handsome fellow with charms that leave breaking hearts in his wake.

And yet I beg, I beg, for him not to take me with his tempting smile.

I beg, I beg for him to untie the bonds that hold me down, to free me from his master’s intent, to govern over what is the last of a quartz soul, the shards of which he has already stolen slowly over time.

I am here once more being taken by two so familiar to me, to a place I fight to never see.

Worse still the realization that this walk may be my last, this try may be my final stand these tears will leave their last traces so I fill my lungs with exasperated screams, with all that I have, I feel all I can. I breathe every angry,  irritated, frustrated,
 exasperated breath my body can hold, but they don’t come for me.
 No one comes for me.

They throw my head upon the guillotine and force me to my knees.

In end what is left of my soul dressed in white linen lays on the dirt of the earth.

You will not take me

You cannot have me

For in my final moment I will smile. In the end Darkness takes me home.