The Apostate’s Mistake

The fever dreams were screaming,

I tried to tell her.

She didn’t want to hear it.

Just left me in the cellar.

You don’t believe in demons?

But don’t you know,

The reason for your grieving

Was never flesh and bone.

But it’s not my vocation,

It’s not my purpose,

To dip your drying eyes

Beneath the sleepy surface.

They feed you stone silence.

They hope you never see.

You bury bones, Simon.

But make it deeper, please.

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