I have known the love, known its intensity,
known the inferno of its flame;
been consumed by the fire’s devouring lust…
and I have turned away…
closed my eyes, but the sight of myself
follows me inside my brain;
spread-eagle, dissected, lasered by the eyes,
measured in the words unrestrained,
yet expected to smile and to wave
and be brave, at ground zero,
imploding, insane.
The balance is fragile, each moment
I give, twice the moments
my soul cries retain!
Vainglory is danger, accusations,
disdain, but spoon-fed…
this life is deranged…
and my soul could be siphoned away…
I defy it; I deny it the smug satisfaction
in the print of insatiable jaws,
and find restoration seeking
God through Creation;
that death of my spirit
be not the kiss that
betrayed.

-Kildareme