All that
was needed
Was a bit
of sand...
Even as I
looked
It
twisted, and grew
Feeding
into the crevices
Of my
only refuge
My
sanity…
My soul
latched onto it
Eating at
its feet;
As the
mansion grew
Surrounded
by the most wonderful things
And you
I plunged
into it
wholly,
But only
tasted
Nothing…
Slowly
realizing
That my
creation
did not exist.
That
world
I had to
break
Bit by
bit
Sucking
out
Each
painful drop
Of you
From my
mind
I killed
Every
semblance
Of my
paradise
Only to
stay alive.
That was
then.
I
wouldn’t dare
To build
again.
