creature

Timid Love

I have forgotten
all the dagger words
and even the scars
have faded names.
The love remains
an uneasy creature
trembling at the sound
of gentle voices,
wondering at the claws
that lash out
to drive away
hands meant to sooth
and eyes meant to heal.

There is no embrace
only
because I push away.

If I Am Gone


If the god creature
holds me in heaven
I'll shatter the gates
and claw my way to you

If the shining star
throws me to hell
I'll burn my way back
to this world with you

If there is only darkness
and the void comes for me
I'll wail against the wild
'til my voice reaches you

If the earth claims me
leaving but dust and dreams
My dreams will call the wind
And I will walk with you

I will be with you
Even when all things
say that I am gone

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