.the Horrors Of The Weak. Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Through the clenched teeth
you sink in with this,
belief that you're stronger than me.

These,
broken smiles are your nightmares
but you stay strong and send me your
deepest devotion to be with death,
hand in hand,
flesh to flesh.

You've done nothing but tear up me inside and out,
left not a dropp of hostility towards anyone again,
not to ever look at the light in the abyss of dark,
but only to see clearly into the crypts of the insane.

I've been crawling and fighting tooth and nail to be seen
by you,
clenching through pain and going through trials of the unseen
just be in the prescence of such a look of perfection.

To you you think that I'm this weak little monster,
your little disaster that you use when needed,
when I have a knife hidden beneath selfishness and
sorrow,
knowing that when I strike,
all will end.