final moments
what am I if not your need.
if not the thing you crave
I shall answer
I am nothing
hear me from my shore to yours
this bridge is burned.
defeat comes slowly
but the lies therein rival
even the best of intentions.
I will drown you in my apathy
and mine is the cross of deception.
for I am death on it's vengeful horse
and I am darkness eternal
but you are blinded by sight
cast off the robes of saintly heretics
and live here.
in me.
death comes to all....
it's only a matter of time.