Poetry archive from the mental hospital

How to inflict fear

Don't try to persuade me with threats of death
I've swam in her fire,
made kinship with her tranquility

Don't stab me with prayers of pain
I've tasted those tears
They throb ardently through my veins

Instead, ink my palms with a rose colored promise
Praise each of my veiled verses
Wrap me in burning lilacs and cry for my disfigured brain