I Would Cease…
I would that this renegade heart
Cease within my breast
That I might be free of its permanent pain.
I would that this severed soul
Cease its tattered bleeding
That I might be free of this venom not my own.
I would that I not be this beast,
Cease to be that, which I most despise,
That I might not suffer such sanguine savagery.
I would that I had died when he left me,
Cease in my quest for life,
For in the blessed death of sleep I would be free.
I would live this life no more,
Cease the slaughter I embraced,
For alive, alone, my heart howls in silence.
I would cease...
~by Sariah DuShayne, upon the hundredth full moon
copyright AE Rought, 2009