Our Demise Poem by Ryan Joseph Holder

The longing for
The softness of
The slightest breath
Of sorrows lust
The broken heart
And broken soul
Telling tales'
No men have told
Losing our sanity
And losing our sight
Always in darkness
Nothing seems bright
Perfection found
In nothingness
Falling into
Total Bliss
Beauty itself
Gagged and bound
Watch the world
Come crashing down
Left for us
To die at ease
But death itself
We cannot please
No matter what
We're always followed
By our nightmares
And our sorrows
Bleak and dark
Left a mark
Upon this journey
We now embark
Walking blindly
Unto our deaths
Breathing in
That final breath
Seemingly nothing
Is left to need
And on our bodies
Darkness feeds....