The Eschatology of a Soul Tie

But,...

I knew right away

He could save me.

So, I handed him a small piece.

Upon his first bite

I could see .

the look on his face

he savored the taste,

Me, he now adored

I knew right then

he’ll come back for more .

Hoping for a return

of the piece he bit ,

I took hits .

But ,

the turn of circumstances

were quick .

I knew not how to understand

what made his heart

sick .

On the last kick

my arteries were nicked .

So I made a plan

quietly,

silently,

I ran.

Now ,

what he took

was lost .

Oh, the cost.

For every corner searched,

of the piece I yearned ,

it was past the point

of no return .

No song ,

nor hymn,

no amount I can implore,

could restore

the piece

that completes my core .

For,

I left it

with him.