Echo

~Echo~


She calls to me
Unforgettable words of disdain from her twisted lips
Whispering melancholy, shouting accusations
Lonely breath escaping amidst the taunts of cruelness

She calls to me
Tainting my illusions of beauty
Ugliness creeping, longing running rampant
Urging me further, incessantly needing the whole of me

She calls to me
Her lips pursed, her cursed nagging in wait
Helpless to her vile concoctions I concede her victory
Ashamed I limp away whimpering dragging what is left of my soul behind

She calls to me
The stench of her breath sickens me
Briefly I recoil, the mere thought of her waters my palette
Catching a glimpse beneath robes of thorns
a child like beauty hovers there

She calls to me
Her words are softer sweeter unearthly
Hypnotic chants of grandeur echoing raising me up to heights unknown
Fearing the fall I retreat only to be hunted

She calls to me
Cold steel words enchantingly warmed, blows not nearly as fierce
Uncharacteristically allowing me to catch my breath and lean upon her
Wounded by her thorns weeping tears of chagrin

She calls to me
Sweet honey wafting, I am drunken from the scent
The scent of ever elusive peace tickling my senses
Fumbling towards delectation savouring each tiny morsel bestowed

I call to her
Perched atop the pinnacle of sanguine
Calming the wild winds that blow straight through me now
Moments of bliss tumbling forth as heavy robes are shed
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I didn't intend to portray self loathing in such a dark light..... but, I guess when you think about it is the darkest of all such contempt. The hardest thing anyone will ever have to do is look in the mirror and be honest about the reflection of who they are. Few ever have the strength to be totally honest about themselves. Until next time.....

be kind,
me