Worlds Ending

Poem By Andrew Hussey

I looked out the window yesterday
and the world stopped by my will.

I lay my face into the lap of morpheus
this womb, my salvation and damnation
which draws me further down the road
and leaves me with my back turned
to the predators.

I want the rain to stop,
it clouds the eyes and makes the terrain deadly.
I use this chthonic hound to guard my realm,
the cerebus of spirit to frighten away the natives
and leave me broken, if still breathing.

So I spend my life in search of Nox,
in search of a place I can never find.
Somewhere I can hold you,
somewhere I feel home
and I can live in your arms.
To not be alone any more...

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