Grave Thy Companion

GRAVE THY COMPANION

Fiery shadow claw deep the surface of life

Life wrought destructive taste – embraced by a boy destined to slay the man

They all preached oh how he could be – he could be - he could be; fuck them all

They see not thy reflection gazing back predatory eyes gleaming

Slavering for the throat – ambiguous strain for life we yield

Hushed thoughts that scream

Relief is isolated

Gallop good companion – if thy reach me -

penny these tortured eyes

I have but to accompany thy self

To the gates of hell we stride forth

I march in line trembling detour

He screams; I abide the order

It is just that; disastrous order

Hollowed prints of those before me, embrace the gravel with a silence all could hear

The gates call – I lend my ear

The movement is breached – we find our eternal sleep

Thy grave is my companion – the silence none could hear

I’ve lent this demon all future years

~ Submitted Anonymous

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