The beast retreated when she left
And locked itself in Sorrow's slumber
His malice greatened
His heart grew weak
He took her garment and drew a breath
Of memory, sweet dusted fragments
Days spent solely with her
Encased in a warm embrace
The beast shrank into his soul
And let the present take control
But the present was himself
And he could no longer hide
The beast felt incomplete
And snarled in misery
For he knew that he completed her
But without her he could not be
Quite as complete as she
Mmmn.
I like the first stanza!
-attempts to read more of your writing (I fail at focusing D:)-
I always feel that the
I can also...understand the Beast. It's difficult to explain. The stronger the malice, the weaker the heart, is reminiscent of just some of the feeling that i have had...
Ocean; ♥ Mick; Mmm.
Mick; Mmm. Your ponderings feel like porridge right now, with honey. Trust me, that's a good thing; my head hurts. ♥