What Wild Beasts Know Part One
There was something beautiful
about how he went about it
how his yellow eyes stared into me...
how it can make me weep.
I dare not fight against it
I loved the way he touched me
how his cold fingernails
bit into my flesh
How made no sound
as he drew it up again
as he would stab me
once more...
I love that too
The cold bitter steel in me
That feeling before the fall
the great release that it creates
I've felt this before
The great deep breath
that I take before fading out
but I never have.
I laughed at myself.
Don't be so silly girl
that final plunge is
no where near you.
I slash him back and laugh
This is a futile fight.
So....
I've met my match
in silence, in hatred,
in loneliness, in brutality,
in pain, in suffering.
Sure, we travel together
Sure, I say vicious things to him
and he stays silent, speaking rarely.
I talk all the time, because I fear
his silence. If I can just push him
far enough with my questioning...
Would I wake him from his dreary
slumber?
Months roll by
nothing much changes.
I have seen eternity in his eyes.
Would I know him?
Would he know me?
Are we capable of such?
I laugh at myself.
People like him and I
need nothing like that. We are...
Lonesome even when together.
But, how many times
have I stared into his eyes
and found that I was
staring back at myself?
Two parts of a whole
who lost each other
somewhere along the way.
Me with my evil grin.
Him with his stone face.
Cold eyes meet cold eyes
Wicked smiles with solemn nods
Beast and Beast
stare with comprehension.
After traveling so long
After realizing how we are
and how we know each other
even before we spoke.
We understood...
