My Final Prayer

It was once nothing but the moon...

but now it has become a calling,

a beacon of arrival

for this beast that has

embedded itself within my soul.

The more I resist

the more pleasure it feels.

The louder I scream

the deeper it digs it's claws.

It not only senses my fear

but also draws strength from it,

using that which is closest to me

as a means to rip me apart.

I feel it's presence.

These horrific thoughts and desires fill my mind,

and the acidic taste of decay

festers on my tongue.

Hell has cursed me

with it's glowing eye.

I have tried to hold my faith

but this pain is relentless

and I have reached my limit,

so let this be my final prayer.

Dear Lord,

I know not what part I play

but I must believe there is a plan,

so I will yield the remainder of my life.

I will stop fighting and allow this beast to consume me.

I fear my mind

will no longer be my own,

so I beg your forgiveness

for what is about to come.

-ArtieDaMann©2014-