I’m losing,

it’s gaining the upper hand,

everything I do,

it counters,

everything I place in it’s way,

it moves,

blood is on my hands,


the worlds,

I can’t stop it,

I never had a chance,

he was an idea,

a chance,

but she sold herself,

allowed the beast in,

shared her secrets,

her sins,

it devoured her whole,

and with her,

so do we perish,



the ending is not yet set.


8 Comments Add yours

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    The ending is never set, man! I’ll expand on this poem — Lol!! Just kidding 🙂 Brilliant words.


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    1. Thanks so much, if you have an idea, by all means, expand 😉

      Liked by 1 person

  2. jac forsyth says:

    I read this straight after, Sunshine. This is so seriously beautiful, you never fail to amaze me.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much, it’s not what I normally find myself doing, but I’ve been toying with these ideas, in between the shorts, I wanted to do something else, something different. This is what happens, I’m glad you enjoyed it, thanks again 🙂

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  3. Meiji Zapico says:

    Wow. I don’t know what to say but wow.

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