Purge

Look once and leave it
Vacant, wrong and listless
Behind the sky is still alive
but out of reach again
The horror before this, a reflection of hate
A catatonic contrast in glowing void
Bronze shimmer edges its macerated stare
A shadow crosses the path and stops to think
Pushing deeper into these wounds ... gently
Teasing them ... Can it take more?
Is it pleasure? No, no just leave it alone
Nothing can make this right
No purge can fulfil that need
Not like the beginning
Not anymore
Nemesis shiver and it's a game anyway
So it goes on ... with little point
Only rage and pity in this dead weight
Stripping and testing in sticky warmth
With no way out until it is done
And when it is done
It feels empty once more
As the ivy grows quickly
Covering what was once new and fresh
Painting its face in twisted green
Committing this sin to an old garden
Forever buried but not entirely lost

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008