The Melting Moon!

8. Part of the Game!

I was young & fragile..

i couldn't even hold your arm tight..

You told me i was weak..

And i can't bear it so deep..

That i become a cracked moon..

To spread the fire embaded in me..

The ravenous me..

was what you liked..

The fragile me dead inside..

I realised..

It wasn't the real me..

Dead soul is what i was being..

Corpus is always good in the graves..

I was the one..

Who once was told the same..

The grave is my home today..

And he was grinn'in..

Standing in front of my grave..

Like it was all part of the game..

And he won the same!

©Vinidzi
4Aug2017