Real LJ Idol Week 5: My enemies are all too familiar. They're the ones who used to call me friend
Once upon a time
I got lost in the moon,
as my head's wont to do
But my moonlight waxes and wanes
like waves
And your moonlight
is a lycanthropic curse
with too many teeth
and yellow eyes
that narrowed at my scent
Once upon a time
I tried to save you,
as my heart's wont to do
But your demands proved so heavy
and my heart's my own to keep
So came your rage
like a child
screaming for his need to possess
--If he thought it was beautiful
it had to be his, his, his
After all this time,
I see you and I choke
my limbs stuck in sand
You look sick
and smell like hate
Then I swallow down the bats
and in my bag I find a smile
I walk by once, twice,
and again because I'm real
and again--I'm not afraid
This final time
you turn toward me and freeze
Your eyes drink languid from my face
And your own face goes lax
like you've sunk beneathe the bathwater
where sound escapes and pulses pound
You look as if you've seen a ghost
and I realize I'm the wraith
long-dead to you, yet standing strong
staring back because I can
...
This has been my post for therealljidol. Once the link to the voting poll is available, I will share here. As always votes are much appreciated if you enjoyed my piece, and I encourage you to read the others as well and vote accordingly!
I got lost in the moon,
as my head's wont to do
But my moonlight waxes and wanes
like waves
And your moonlight
is a lycanthropic curse
with too many teeth
and yellow eyes
that narrowed at my scent
Once upon a time
I tried to save you,
as my heart's wont to do
But your demands proved so heavy
and my heart's my own to keep
So came your rage
like a child
screaming for his need to possess
--If he thought it was beautiful
it had to be his, his, his
After all this time,
I see you and I choke
my limbs stuck in sand
You look sick
and smell like hate
Then I swallow down the bats
and in my bag I find a smile
I walk by once, twice,
and again because I'm real
and again--I'm not afraid
This final time
you turn toward me and freeze
Your eyes drink languid from my face
And your own face goes lax
like you've sunk beneathe the bathwater
where sound escapes and pulses pound
You look as if you've seen a ghost
and I realize I'm the wraith
long-dead to you, yet standing strong
staring back because I can
...
This has been my post for therealljidol. Once the link to the voting poll is available, I will share here. As always votes are much appreciated if you enjoyed my piece, and I encourage you to read the others as well and vote accordingly!