donatella

As the moon eclipses the sun, I am left as mere Penumbra
A shadow of lost hopes, lost loves
Where clear skies and diamondine stars once lit the heavens as way-fires to guide lovers in embrace
Now these fires dwindle to cinder and cloud sight with the soot of dying faith
A faith worth having, but to costly to hold as they once had.
The words that were once a requiem of angels now curse my every existence.
I love you.
Words in rapture that leave me shaken to ruin
These words now strike my heart with the venom of the vilest of serpents and shatter the very foundation of my soul.
It courses through these veins like Greek-fire to burn happiness away like flesh to charred bone.
By it and my persistence of love leaves my heart broke and wracks my life and cuts it in twain by a pendulum of emotions
Now left for gut and blood to fall to the depths of the darkest pits, I am no more
It twists my sanity to no end and damns my further to my darkest of despairs.
One may say to step out of this ink that blankets me, but alas, this is my Hell, my eternity.
My burden to hold so true, as if Atlas would no longer be cursed to bear his weight.
But to be burdened to broken hearts is to bear it with broken bones.
And like the columns of old, these too will crumble beneath such weighty sorrow, and I await the call of the Hell, solemn.