9th july '15

You thundered and you raged.
You walked out the room.
I lay, I crumbled, I shivered, I mumbled.
In a disturbingly comfortable sleep,
A storm I birthed.
It wasn't just a dream. You were.
You distant beautiful destruction.
The blood I want not,
Neither your hate.
No. That is too short.
In the surreality of my subconsciousness,
Our insanity lasts longer than vengeance.
A million small deaths, every night.
Never a sword.
My mind lay scheming of all the weapons at its device.
You decided. You punished.
You bolted out this world.
I waited. I moved. I tried to understand and I knew.
My mind lays awake for a world to create.