One Last Time

A Chorus of Fading Gods: Poetry

I drove your name into the choke and held it.
Bit my tongue till the blood ran black behind my teeth.
Pleading didn’t move you.

Every scream was a prayer
that was never enough.
I poisoned myself against
a fading sun.

And when the dust finally settled
I realized I wanted more of that starless sky behind your eyes,
because that’s where I finally met God.
He wore your face as he stood over the bed.

Heaven knows my screams.

If I open my eyes,
will you still be there?

I’ve died in my sleep so many times,
trapped in this dream.
If I could escape it
I’d probably turn back.

Why do I have to bring the dead back to life?
I dug you of your grave again
but you crawled back in.
Making room like you always do.

But I’ve already filled this coffin in my head.
I just wish I could say goodbye this time.
If I don’t I know I’ll watch the petals fall to the ground,
as you kill me one last time.

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