my dark galatea

My Dark Galatea.
_______________

Must I claim this
Wicked Thing my
thoughts have given
birth too?

This Hollow Eyed
Devil who stands
grinning with my
Heart in it's Teeth.
_

My Dark Galatea,
I Love you still,
like only Pygmalion
could.

Let us cease this
contentious train
of contest, and rejoin
the living!

(or at least be
happy amongst
The Dead.)
_

It laughs at me
still..

Laughter of The
Mocking variety
which seems to know
by instinct the best
way to eat ones soul
piece by tattered piece,
until nothing remains
but a Memory of The
Beast you Made.

(though your heart was set
on conceiving an angel.)

j.s.h.