I met my new patron at the communion today, turning me into a priestess
As night fell like blossoms, gently on my fair skin
Born from descendendants of beheaded vampires
As I saw the glimpse of his disgusting soul that shed its skin.
My new god, how could I ask without offense
My skin to be the canvas of my new swear that I obbey
To you, my only higher power. Shed with your pen my essence
Of blood and tears, ofrand to you, my divinity.
As you broke the temple of my flesh to discover its soul
That craved you like a cannibal that would eat your flesh and lick his fingers sweet,
Because you are tasty, my lord, please break me all
Over again with this pen I write my testimony, like you broke me with your meat.
This is the way I want to die, in your arms, oh, how symbolic
Is this falsely true love, but how does that feel exist
As I never felt it, how could I ever know, my lover
If you didn't show me, as promised, the world indeed?
I don't need the world, only a part of it
Can't you see that in front of this dying world I only choose you
Again and again, as I am in purgatory
Where my heart wad trapped, but why aren't you burning too?
Plant in me the seed of your love and kill it again
Like in a hungry game of playing God where I am never your goddess,
Where you give me life, fueling easily the requiem of my pain
As I sing to you the trill of what mortals call sadness.
YOU ARE READING
Something I can't tell
PoetryI don't know why I wrote a fricking long poem and at this moment I am afraid to ask myself because I wouldn't like the answer. Hopefully, "Something I can't tell" won't turn into a sequel because someone should check if I am still myself and not som...
