Prying Open The Fold

There is no turning back
A sky of muted black
A path is laid before her feet

An introspective mind
A chasm formed inside
The soul can’t be divided

What are these vessels
But prisons of flesh?

Could i absorb you into me?
A twin in utero
Could i become a living host?
A pandrogyne composed

You always brought out the worst in me

Could i remove this wickedness?
The ache within my gut?
Could i become a person, whole?
Without a surrogate?

You always brought out the worst in me
But i tied that noose mysеlf

A vast migration
Of souls in torment
A population
Comprised of ghosts
The grеat deception
Of our oppressors
The longing hope of
Our troubled hearts
A false identity
A forced duality
The face i recognize
But never as my own
I feel her breathing
Down my spine
A spectral shadow
A wickedness divine

I writhe in darkness
Shy away from the light
Sequestered by fear
Paralyzed by my plight
I sleep in circles
While the fire grows cold
I ask forgiveness
Prying open the fold

The beast comes to call

Scorch the earth
(let it burn)

Have i earned your scorn?
Openly i mourn
Marching to my death
There’s truly nothing left