The Death Within

A cold pain sits heavy on my chest and in my ears I hear sounds like the howling of far off wolves seeking to devour me. Even if it were a horde of beasts, I wouldn’t stop them. In my heart is a hole the shape of your silhouette, the frayed edges of flesh dancing in the wind rushing through. For these tears I too would like to put the blame on this wind, stirring up debris and stinging my eyes. But I gave you my heart and you ripped out your portion and left me scraps, left me empty and alone. When we so often talked of running away, I had no idea it would end up being from each other, from a love you faked. And now where am I to go without a partner along this path and only tatters of heart? It’s like throwing a tamed animal back out into the cruel wild.
  
          I read through your old letters like roadmaps of sights I’ve seen along this love, a chronicle of happiness I could visit like a temple. But unlike most travelers, I can’t return to those sights I yearn to see again. From such great heights I have fallen. Why get up again? What remains of my heart, heavy with woe, dropped and now is being digested by my stomach. Oh, how it burns. And the sadness spreads through my veins fermenting into alcohol. Put my blood on tap and get drunk off of my mistakes. One final gift I give to you. Though my temple has crumbled, I’m a disciple until death. Where is that horde of rabid monsters? I deliver my soul.