Let thorny saints come to me
In the desert.
Let those who seek my power
Swarm me like flies, each
Alone as I.
They shall seek to save me.
They shall seek to save themselves.
They shall beg even God
To release them from their torment.
They will put their hands in my wound
Trying to not believe me.
They put their hearts
In my blood,
Trying to be saved.
They put themselves in me for reasons
None of them can say.
They go away from me quiet,
Smiling like children in their sleep,
Cursing me and mocking me to shame.
Let my brood grow.
YOU ARE READING
Lilith Grimoirie
ParanormalI wrote this in the summer of 2018. My car had broken down and I didn't have the money or much inclination to fix it, so I would walk home after work in the late evening writing in a tiny dime store notebook and occasionally walking into light poles...
