my lips bleed,
my throat feels raw,
and it feels utterly holy.
this is what religion feels like.
glory can not be created without the face of sin to make it seem so,
and in this devastating light of your stare i think i have found holy damnation.
i want to bottle up this feeling, save it for a day in which i need to get drunk on my newly gained saintliness.
i am created by you who reigned before me.
"filth teaches filth."
quote: Sophokles
brilliant quote xx
YOU ARE READING
fascinatingly fatal
Poetryi will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
