Whispering Corpses

These feelings, thought long forgotten, awoke and raised their ugly heads. Whispering your words and seeing into my consciousness; this vacant glare of the dead. Pain cups it's gnarled hands, corpse breath hot and dry against my ear, Reminding me of promises longed for but now I'm loath to hear. I've done the tedious, hateful work, that's taken so long; To forget about you, about us, and move on… Yet… …Once again I reluctantly see, with the 20/20 vision of my minds eye, that time long ago when only secrets smothered our sighs. No eternity but our surrender, No Divinity we haven't sought, No Heaven but this love, No Hell but this want. My heart didn't break, it was destroyed by you. It didn't shatter on its own, no, you tore my heart in two. You're a murderer, a cannibal, you are Dr.Jekyll and you are Hyde… No, my Heart didn't just break …, you consumed it, beating and alive. God created my soul but you thought yourself a better god… You'd made yourself a mask and no one knew you were a fraud. Then you molded me like clay and made me exactly what you wanted me to be. You bowed my head on my shoulders only able to look up to nod, and agree. You got to me early, before time had time to harden or dry it out. Keeping the clay moist with vows of forever and never even carving a mouth. But it was my heart you played with…how'd you make me love you with all my soul? Wearing your mask of charisma, a star shining bright with light you stole. You became my everything and so the sin seemed nothing to compare. And your position of power as my spiritual guide striped me completely bare… Striped away my will, my voice, my choices, Then you disappeared, leaving only bitter truth and these whispering corpses.