Member Poem

The audacity of your audacity,
Breaking into my home,
Taking my treasure,
Shattering my heart,
For your own damn pleasure.

I loath you,
I loath you!

I loath your hands,
Your...ugly hands.
Those hands that I've often wished were slippery,
But they grip,
Like glue and hooks on a glove.
You take hold of what's mine,
And you never let go.

I cling like a child to its mother's skirt,
I clench until every fibre and muscle is exhausted,
Utterly wasted.
You use none.
All it takes is your desire...
For you to will it,
For you to crave what I have,
And it is yours.
No matter how hard I fight you,
Always, you defy my defiance.
With such heartlessness,
With such arrogance.

I would pity you if you had anything...
If you had anyone you cared about,
For I am not the only one, you've robbed.

I would weep for your soul if you had one,
I would smile as avengers more cruel than I,
Would take what's yours,
Ignoring your screams,
Ignoring the shattering pieces of your heart.

I loath the annoying pacifiers,
That claim to pour balm on my aching heart,
Claiming that what you did was good and natural.
Talking of circles and cycles,
And wills of celestial beings that I have no interest in,
I want neither you, your pain or your balm.
Do you hear me?
None of it!

I hate that I fear you,
Dreading the day I will hear your footsteps approaching my door.
I tremble every time a neighbour screams,
Thinking, I'll be next.

Thorn in my flesh,
Get it over with.
Destroy me!
Don't rob my house,
Take me and never bring me back,
Take me into your infinity-sized storeroom,
Consume me that I may see the depths of your never satisfied belly.

I see no point in trying to reason with you.
Come to my door,
I dare you!

All I had...
You have.
No, I do not fear your coming,
Not anymore.
I pray for it,
I anticipate it.

When you come,
I will be ready.
I will descend with you,
But only after you and I have danced all night long,
And my feet are too weary to carry me,
Only then shall I know the depths of your abyss.