What comfort could you possibly give

I take care of me
Bellows from the boiling depths
Waves of screaming rage

I don't need you
shoots magma
furiously aflame
Released from the prison
that is
The straight jacket of time

What comfort
could you possibly give
The seconds here
take eons
and monsters
In wet darkness
choke
on their own scabs

The demon
hemorrhages endlessly
Sulfur salted blood
from a source
That never dies
I see her intent
she my black horns
Comrades
and we are not shy

You cannot know my peace
You do not know my hell

Keep walking
Pounded steps
of lustful vigor
You've my pity
Being clearly without
But such pain
Bestows truth
and I've enough to know
We are not alone

Choose
Come walk
The door is open
It's been my only road
And I know the way

poem by @ moonbeam.2.21
art by @ danielkernart