Hope

She came to him first in a fever dream 

In between fits of shakes and screams

she murmured

useless and passionate things

that blistered up his chest 

but fluttered away just before- 

He choked 

on memories 

of monstorus things 

Of beautiful, wreched, ugly things

too nauseating for comprehension

and too stubborn to ever seek redemption

Despair and desperation 

awoke the banshee inside of him 

He shrieked as it ripped free from his gut

It hungered for revenge

and so did he

he wanted to hunt

to destroy 

to consume

and be free of his shame 

but before he could fight 

he needed someone blame

his searching eyes fell on her

his sweet, deadly mayfly

gone to fast

She'd built him up high 

But, God knows she can multitask

While he looked up at the stars  

she set her sights down on his grave-

which she had been digging 

every step of the way 

But, oh, how he loved her

so sweet on his lips 

but his addition

didn't equal her sum 

a mirage of clean water 

that would never come

her smile was a rare flower

Beautiful, expensive 

and true to its flowering nature

it withered 

She'd shattered his defenses

and left him to burn 

he'd leave her too

he declared it with conviction 

knowing all the while 

that his declaration was fiction 

because despite his best efforts

not to let her in 

when he least expected it

She came again