am

There is nothing left.
Even the ashes of love
have scattered
in the storm
of your screaming rage
Even the shadow
of my devotion
has been devoured
by the darkness
in your eyes.
There is nothing left,
yet here I am.

If I Am Gone by Phillip J Rhoades poetry reading in a demon voice.

I am Phillip J Rhoades
I am a goddamn fire in the wind
and you
you are nothing but a wall of reeds