So sure I could be,

Of the man that I love.

How much joy he brings me,

How much support he extends.

His heart is bigger than

The distance from this very point

To the Milky Way’s borders.

His eyes shine brighter than the hottest star

And life itself would not be possible

If not for the man

That I love.

And now, in this most uncertain of times,

He cannot find his way back to me.

Like raw garlic,

Plucked from the leeched soil.

The world burns

Those who chop it

Open the floodgates to the soul.

Where is my hero?

My heart is hostage

The villain is winning.

In his sadistic pleasure

I search for the light

That illuminates the darkness

That heats from within the core

That fuels

My life.

And yet

Through all that is feared and avoided

The servant of mischief and misfortune

Preys on my remaining sanctity.

The innocence,

His favourite morsel.

He savours it

Washing it away with the floodwaters.

My heart no longer

The levee.

The barrier is gone.

And like locusts

He feeds to no end.

He chomps, chews,

Chomps, chews

Chews, Chomps.

Chews, Chomps.

He feasts on my torture

Smiling with the fangs he used

To pierce my unsuspecting fort.

The soldiers try their very best

But in the end

He is presumed the same as his ancestors.

Dead.

I weep and mourn

Wailing in the middle of the night

For Gabriel to have undeserving mercy.

The sound so unsettling

Only those who recognize the frequency of the screech

Their ears assaulted.

How melancholy days turn to nights

And no sun rises.

For he is gone.

And while the other looks at him

Unrecognizable

Confused and dazed he panics for the touch

For the sense of the unsensible

For he could not fathom

That we all look the same in the dark.