I stand in a vast field of short yellowing grass on a raised pillar of white marble. She is beautiful a voice says. My hearts cracks a little. She is my love. A tear escapes. She is mine. I collapse. Flood waters break open and rush into the field, falling from my eyes. The sky … More she is mine, she is always mine.
Agony suffocates my soul in suffering, Pain sears my heart with flames, Misery parades in malevolent hands, Spasms envelop the last of my strength, Voices torment my every waking thought. There is an affliction that spits in my face when I think I can take no more. When the ache in my bones is overwhelming, … More still i know