~samsons Caterpillar~ Poem by E Nigma

There's a sentiment that dries with time
The tears poured forth like the wine
The hours near when knees shall bow
Prostrate with caps broken and I see the divine

Lies upon the lips of a sweet demoness
Caress the ears and slithered into the mind
Destroying the walls of your creation
Corrupting the life that dwells deep inside

My eyes pierce through this abomination
My declaration is your degradation
And so it begins
The schism between you and I

I am the one that did this to you
It's not you but I who will survive
So take the time to bask in this moment
Soak it in like a knife that slips into the night

That moments now gone and instinctively
So am I
Like my memory
In catering between 2 pillars