'Hello, ' To Them Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

I know that's the Conscious calling us,
Seeking us to feed from love.
We take back what we gave.
We take back what we gave, to Them.

My lungs are crushed; my heart is dust.
My skin turns blue; my brain is stew.
This memory will kill me, please turn it off.
It's only half the pain.
'It's nearly not enough, ' I say.

'Hello, ' to Them.
'Goodbye, ' to you.
I will never make it through.
Ignore the sounds and the signs,
as I embrace their 'never minds.'
It's only truth, and that's a lie.
Hold me down, as I try to fight.

I cannot swallow; my bones are hollow.
My eyes are dry; blocked off from sight.
The lights will kill us, please turn them off.
It's only half my pain.
'It's clearly all I want, ' I say.

'Hello, ' to Them.
'Goodbye, ' to you.
I won't ever make it through.
Ignore the howls and the cries,
as I embrace you one last time.
They destroy and that's no lie.
Hold me close as I wait to die.

And I can hear Them calling us,
Seeking us to feast on love.
Don't take back what you gave.
They'll take it all back, from you, today.