I sculpt your wings just like Michelangelo himself
Would take blocks of rock and turn them into masterpiece.
Oh, I am so sorry, as the feathers I took away
Turned into leather as they fell piece by piece.
I devote my sanity, my body and my soul;
It's a devilish trinity of nonsense, why do you complain
As on the altar beside your figure I left it all
As an ofrand to my Devil who I thought to be a saint?
As I walked by the core of the cemetery in fall
I took your hand in mine, oh, how poetic
To proclaim a soul, lying yourself you have it all
As he owns your body through something not so ethic.
You walk by with my body, I walk by with your soul
As we made to each other our vows to bind us for good
By a marriage half way as I was your pawn,
While your queen was waiting like fall in the woods.
Take me to the altar and strip my gown again
To let the world see the scars you impaled like Dracula in my skin
As I am your forever white body raising my chin
To look in the eyes of the only one who is sane.
Walk me by the altar, why would you run?
This is a celtic promise you have to maintain
Wrote in runes on walls of a whole kingdom to run
As all doves would bow as their blood have ran stale.
Tartini, my dear, screech your bow again
To sing the love of the creature I am biding my fate to
As I can see in the shadows lurking away
Its nature as human desguised as the Devil.
I devote to the fiend who fell when he obbeyed me, his creator,
That opened his eyes to see what he didn't want to:
That love is not a spark he expect childishly, but essence of an empath
Given to the one who gave him life through the flesh he inhabits, cruel.
The wedding is pure happiness. What to expect less
Seeing the bride in the gown of the sinner who tempted
Adam, as I promise to reverse the horrible act
Of Eve by giving my lover birth through my flesh?
You see my finger clean like the one of a virgo
No shape of ring has stained it's purity, but still
I have the rest of my body marked like a kingdom
For my creature to run and die in flames that me would surely kill.
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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...
