Pulled From the Abyss

Assuming… cold… An abyss of extricated lies Squeezing out like bile from your brain I can’t breathe when the voice of yours Is so edgy…so rock hard As if my life is but a layer over you That you can break and manipulate and BUILD UPON I cringe—I turn into a statue Defeated and ever-blinking As the rest of my existence around is sinking I don’t want to be a part of it But I feel the chains linking to you As you twist and pull and contort I am still and stiff as a board Cracking and rotting—a piece you hoard Labeled unworthy Fables unwinding I’m still here blinking the tears away But as the world occupies my spirit My physically chained body yearns Yearns for a warmth that never comes That is always promised A voice from the deep draws me in Pulling me up for a moment Touching me The voice is cold but his arms are warm And every familiar face around dies away Dark eyes crushing my tears into powder And I smile Because I have never read a face As genuine and unassuming as his And for once I welcome what once was disease I welcome the haunt of his existence Because though he has raised me from the abyss He is willing to come again And keep on pulling 11/3/13