As I completely leaf through
The air I was unable to breathe
Because when he arrived
He sucked it all out of the room.
Pangs of hunger take me over
Like waves not quite reaching the shore
But instead breaking before then
Just enough to keep me wanting
Yet satisfying nothing at all.
Holes bored into aching souls
To distract from ones already there
We pine for the ones that do us harm
And don’t believe those that never would.
They joke of honor;
He and his ilk.
They laugh at loyalty
As if they are children
Laughing at a word
Because they don’t understand
Once well bedded in
With the robust smell of sweat in the air
He leans over to me
“The only way out of this is death.”
Yes.. That was my plan.