be gone from me,
demon—
but you already are;
you have always been.
your eyes, in mine,
are dissipating mists;
your lips, a foreign delicacy
i sampled long ago.
i opened my eyes
to realize
that i never held,
or even beheld, your heart.
instead, within me festers
a deep, black lack
of pure faith in you.

forget not the web of shadows
that suffocates my heart.
it is not my cross to bear
but your demon to slay.