pieces of me

regret in my tears

Jesus once said" beware of yeast of the pharisees." I guess it applied to you as well. Our love was as holy as  sacrifice of passover but as tainted and sinful as blasphemy. Who knew the one I trusted would publicly crucify me. You loved me on conditions: when it suited you we were lovers who found nirvana in each other's eyes but when it was uphill you made me climb the mountain carrying you on my back in the name of love. You used the lies you called love to justify the breaking of my body and my spirit: like holy bread you broke my body to heal the riot in your soul, like the wine used in communion my  blood was spilled as a covenant between your demons and your tortured soul to appease them. But the difference is that my death has no resurrection in your life. You lost your saviour in the midst of your salvation.

The crown of thorns embedded itself into my memory leaving everlasting scars that no one can see. While the whirlwinds and the tornados destroy my inner being, the fake smile plastered on my face tells everyone that I am at peace.

The scourging of your betrayal was more anguishing than the kiss of Hades at the door of my death. The sting of the bitter wine shock me to my soul,it tore the veil to my tortured being.

I wailed giving birth to you anew, giving myself up and not caring of the consequences for it, my sacrifice was noted by all but you who needed it the most. The feeling of your skin:bare and warm next to mine is replaced by the feeling of the spear piercing my side.

As water and blood poured out of me like the Victoria falls the sun could no longer stand to watch as I gave myself to you as a sacrifice. The ground shook when my blood touched the floor, it could not accept the sacrifice because I gave myself up for you.

I am brought back to reality by you calling my name, those chocolate coloured eyes make me question my sanity. Are you really worth it? But then those words come out of your mouth so soft yet so hard they knock the breath out of me. I realised that night when I held you in my arms, our naked bodies touching and becoming one, our breathe in sync and with your head laying on my naked chest that the slaughter I was gonna go through was going to be worth it and I wouldn't mind doing it again until the world ends.

Even Jesus thought dying for his people was worth it, difference is I'm not Jesus. I've met the devil and took over his place.

So please be prepared, for the alpha and omega of hell that is going to rock your world. I am going to destroy you in the most beautiful way and you will know why they name storms after people....