FIVE

darktale five

FIVE

Could have been as simple as her finding
Life, that killed him and his hold
If ever it were a hold other than
Discovering of healing until healed despite
Her mind now chattered with healthy thoughts
Where he could not dwell, nor could return
Because when he only hoarded such
She gave love until none was to give
And gave to herself until she saw
Around her a respect he never offered

∞ ∞ ∞

Perhaps the heart-chained-dragon within him
Went underground to hold all his keys
Counting like treasure another false “in-love”
He could not touch anyone with such locks
If his scales under volcanic glow moved
Would they hold the pieces of his soul
That he would tear each time he lied
To possess the possessiveless girls
Holding the strings he tried to bound
And only his claws are twisted now

∞ ∞ ∞

As his tears had only glowed with crocodile light
She had seen his “show of improvement”
Were only bait and as too many bites had
Called her compassion, she turned her
Compassion to her own wishes of health
Because of songs only left haunting
In agreement of “I thought you were special”
She sang with a smile her knowing
She would not ever meet him or come to
As she marked the country-side with her heart

∞ ∞ ∞

He stewed again in such thoughts to touch her
If only there was a way for his venom to
Reach the soft coats she wore of love
Yet, again he could not come near her
Even thoughts or curses or poxes
His bite remained upon his own flesh
As he would drown another death
He still would not climb from darkness
Dwelling in his irrational anger of vengeance
Because she would never be a slave

∞ ∞ ∞

If locked inside was a pain protected beat
And all he wished was to breathe
Perhaps he could accept his defeat
To rest under wisdom of possible
Friends he thought he had, could care
To drag him into the world again
If he would only not return to
The window of her words that stirred
Because he wanted her story voice
And as long as she lived she gave words

∞ ∞ ∞

Her words were for all and always hers
No one could own but a book of
And he turned to grab them into his head
Desperate for her voice to be inside
If he could imagine enough perhaps
But no messages would be sent
Her mind held the fields she wrote
And a gentle man that considered her
Equal to any genius he could spin
And meeting him instead was her calling

∞ ∞ ∞

He only could hear the screams of his own
Stabbings returned to him like invitation
For their mark would not meet her
Only figments of who he thought she was
But he grabbed only illusions as
His delusions thought he was better than
To ever give love or validation toward her worth
He would torture her to ask for feelings
Once, now no requests come to him
And he is left with all the unsent blood

∞ ∞ ∞

His masterings bleeding because he could not
Feed them, as his audience began to
Glimpse of the snakes trapped behind his
Eyes claiming character of little boy
Hurt too many times and maybe he was
But snakes trapped are dangerous
As he has them guard his forward
With the strings of any worth
He locks them behind his blinks
As he flashes his forced mood into smile

∞ ∞ ∞

And camera captures his pretending
Instead of being, because he's led by
Snake drawn carriages of his heart pieces
Keeping them from touching into a whole
Tangling with his spirit that had disagreed
With the choices he'd make to heal
As his pain rose, he could only numb
Because that was where he could hide him
As self inflicted trauma reminded him
That he was blossoming into his father

∞ ∞ ∞

Would he be able to keep the predator
Away from himself after attempting
Master over a compassionate soul
As her lack of chains remained, has he
Left himself open for feeding upon
Because he is stuck in the spiral of
Master-slave link he puts himself in
Perhaps the acceptance he has no choice in
Will show him what having freely
Couldn't, as he questions what freedom is

∞ ∞ ∞

His eyes change form the sparkle he
Worked so hard to fake with amusement
Instead of the joy of fulfillment there
Into the clouds that took his sight once
As his eyes reverted to the horror
He pushed against will to birth
Coiled to the children he deformed
Holding nothing but their shells
He moves his tail from around them
As dust films the stagnant water he sits

∞ ∞ ∞

Alone was the promise he made himself
And when finding her, he regretted such
He sabotaged to keep his vow instead
Of the choice of life and living it
She was hurt once by him to insanity
Lines she walked to understand herself
Then she chose to not hurt anymore
She chose healthy and healthy relationships
Which he kept his word to not give
And she left him just like he planned

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