Halls of the Dark Muse

What Am I Really?

That is what you must ask yourself
as you gaze into my eyes
it may be a question of life & death
I tried to warn you that I was full of lies
but you already knew.

I know you thought you could be the one
to save me....

Save me from what?

Myself?
The world?
The pain you wished you could suck out of my marrow
but like a vipers venom it was toxicity.

Was your soul poisoned?

Who is the widow/You or I?

I am not the first or not thet last
who you wanted to absolve into yourself.

Perhaps I should ask what are you?

Am I the fly in the spider's web?
or
Are you the puppet on the string?

We both should sever our lines.

You want to be the Black Saint
that saves us wayward souls
not for virtues sake but so you can wear
our hearts upon the rope.

But we will always leave you barren
because we are the broken
what do we know of love?
Even your python love
that devours upon itself.

You are the addicted ignoring the neon signs
flashing above your head
but we are more fickle than a drug
we don't satisfy and once you have
become dependent upon our miseries
we walk away with bits and pieces of you
in our blood stream.

And once we are far enough away
we piss it out and you are left
with memories & the shakes.