Flytrap

starchild, are you listening?

they can see me,

they are coming,

to in their forked leaves trap me.

there's three, three of us,

closing in below the scorching sun,

massively grey and bloodied,

hungry for my flesh and for the wretched son.

my beloved, where do you hide ?

drawing so near, I'm sorry i lied.

pulling me close, wide-eyed,

deep into the otherside.

starchild, are you listening ?

I died that day.

below the star and below your heart,

so far apart.

three, magick number three,

the kiss of death so close to my lungs,

at the tender age of eighteen,

the first of us lost in tongues.

sunk deep into the maws of something great,

larger than life itself,

their sharp teeth filled with hate,

forcing me to watch as you lose yourself.

starchild, are you listening?

as long as there is death,

there will be hope.

until one of us draws our last breath.