DARK GRAVITIES PULL
no matter what I do,
it is never enough,
demands from outside,
demands from within,
both label my failure
and deride this state
so low and so damaged,
so broken and vile
there is no place
in this world for me,
all sanctuaries fail,
all harbors are destroyed;
no longer having night,
and never taming day,
even dreams turn traitor
and steal the rest from sleep
I almost ache for death
as a release,
there is nothing
in this mundane world
that would heal me,
all facades, the enemy,
all directions, traps,
all locations, hell
dark gravities
pull upon the soul,
we are slaughtered
in this conflict
but given no peace,
disemboweled alive,
yet left to fester
to feed the vermin race
swirling cycles of descent
addle, nauseate,
we are stunned and confused
by the battle's whirl,
all blades and hatred,
cudgels and despite,
fire and obliteration
of the seeing, of the light
- Brendan Tripp
08/19/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp