malady

D. W. Metz

just a glance and the spiral begins,
the cimmerian night luring me in.
away from love, away from you,
from all my hopes pretended to.
stygian waves crash against my shore,
charnel surf my mind erodes, beckons me once more.
the malady it surges, observe it when it comes;
darkness rising from within, like a nearing drum.
the angel flirts, my devil within,
can’t stand to be inside my skin.

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