Beyond the wall
Trapped in this land alone and uncertain.
Can u sense it? The pure orgasmic bliss of rage.
Cold and desolate and oh so sweet as it peels the flesh away, exposing truth.
It's growing inside, becoming something this world was never meant to see.
And something I don't want to contain.
I heard rumors, about a place beyond the wall.
A place of peace and love, a fairytale.
You said we could be together there. Happy and free.
How foolish I must have been.
I tried to reach this land.
I peeled away myself, every layer of my existance till only the charred ragged bones remained.
Changed and contorted till I became something I'm not, all to please you.
But it was all in vain, it wasn't a change you seeked.
It was an end you longed for.
You searched, excuse after excuse, Communication lost.
Longing for the destination.
And me, I am but a fool to believe.
I reached this place of peace and you weren't there.
Alone I will sit, empty and dead.
The flesh peeled away, my insides scattered to the winds.
Bones picked clean an only my eyes remain.
They see the truth of you. They see the pain.
The lack of compassion, the twisted reality of lies you've created.
Forever they will see and forever I will sit, waiting for the one I once knew to return.
Foolish I am.
Alone I remain.
Waiting in the desolate existance of love.
By Matthew Branton
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