You are the Past
I’ve annihilated
To save
Myself.
In my slumber
You took root
Inside me
Against my will,
Tangled tentacles
Of a poisoned love
Long dead.
I ripped out
Your tortured spirit
To exorcise you
From my consciousness.
In you
My absence
Became an emptiness
That screams
In silence.
The echoes resonate
In my soul –
The half of me
That dwells in you.
Yet I refused
To listen.
Many years
You searched for me
Without knowing how
Before I found you
Without meaning to.
At last
I heard your pain
In your distant voice
Yearning.
I saw your face
Shifting
A mirrored reflection
Of my being
On digitized screen –
I can’t touch
Only imagine.
My Daemon,
I summon you
To kill your memory
And set me free.
On canvas
I unleashed you
Into art –
Shadows in flight
On colors smudged
Images of my life
In yours,
Disguised.
On paper
I dissected you
Into prose
An assemblage of words
Printers’ ink marching
Across blank space
Forever hidden
In the open.
Begone now!
You will never define me.
Out of the Daemon’s door
You are not real.
I will not allow you
To be.
I shall wade out
Of the sea of your tears
Without a backward glance
Or a single last kiss.
Away I must plod on
Where my soul path leads
I must leave you behind
Unmourned and unblessed.
I’ve carved your tombstone
In my crypt of dead dreams
I shall lay down a wreath
Where I bury your chains.
The cords that have bound us
I will cleave with one blow
Setting you adrift
Down the abyss below.
My lamb on the altar
You will burn back to ash
And the rain shall feed you
To the earth’s famished mouth.
Return to your mother,
The womb of the night,
In her fleshless embrace
Surrender your heart.
Devoured by the darkness
You’ll find peace at last
Only then can you live on
When you die in her arms.
