Never means never
Don't you see?
Break the boundaries
Let go of me
I'm not destined to be
A hunter
I want a life of sun
And colour
I'm not ill fated to be
A vessel
Don't put me through
This hell
But I'm lured into the trap
And dragged
Like a chain behind a truck
To play along
Desperation in my bones
As I crawl
Back to the place I call home
Cry for help
The detritus slices my skin
I still hope
For a place to rest within
But it's gone
My normal life is dead
And I run
Far from everything else
To rot away
I danced with fire only once
Yet the burns
Remain to haunt me eternal
The clock turns
All of it simply ends there
I see now...
Never means forever.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...