Demise of My Spirit
Eyes, which are open wide at the beginning of our meet,
They soon start to take an upturn shape as I look in deep.
I soon dread what I vision in within the darkness that drips.
From every deep crevice of her brown colored gaze.
Her glaring stance envelops my mind and soul it seems,
Her amazing embodiment takes my soul to the ground.
My spirit is seen to be floating around waiting for a touch,
Why am I mesmerized by her dark beauty is it a curse.
Or is it my destiny to be enticed into the gripping evil,
An evil that is truly indescribable, though in my words.
I shall try to enhance your thoughts of what I face.
She at times has a face that is graciously sweet and soft.
Other times her face is a vision of ugliness and disgust.
I know and feel that once she has me in her grips.
My face and eyes will be ruptured along with my lips.
She now gravity feeds my body into her devouring jaws.
With the power of demons, her hands shall grow claws.
Ripping my flesh from every part of recognizable carcass,
Undecipherable I know my disguise shall become forever.
Listing within the cortex of life and death, my soul will falter.
I await now the deceit and uncomfortable demise of my spirit.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2009
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