This was my story,

with the absence of glory,

once purgatory,

as the stillness stormed,

the lines that formed

the letter M on my palm

was fading,

his voice was painfully calm,

and shadows were dancing,

as he begged me to stay,

he was clutching my wrist,

as I tried to break away,

and the smoke would mist,

almost like rain,

his eyes seemed to flame,

as he spoke my name,

he seemed instantly defeated,

his life, my life, cheated,

he sank back on the bed,

his lips moving feverishly,

as he lowered his head,

I could hear the faint calls,

of the living as they prayed for the dead,

then his eyes began rising,

only to scan the walls,

I felt pity for him of course,

as I gathered my own force,

but he wanted no pity from me,

and as far as I can see,

he seemed excited by his own

diminutive beauty,

his objective was my sin,

then it began to sink in,

it was as I’d always feared,

and I just needed to cope,

I felt lonely,

and my situation was totally without hope,

as the darkness of hell tames,

as I sat back listlessly

watching those licking flames,

no demons here had discourse

with God or with the devil,

I was afraid of my simplicity,

as I felt myself going insane,

and there was no one to comfort me,

but my miserable pain.