You

YOU

voices call to me – yours is most clear,

to join You, to depart, to make known my fear.

I listen and hear…

You.

the marks from your hands that bleed on my breasts,

your fingertips still linger, etching filth on my skin

my broken chest aches from the touch You would bring,

onto my dark body like You consider it sin.

I let out an anguished cry and breathe in the thought,

to see You again with your presence so near.

your mouldering heart and your lingering sneer

but to meet You is to end me

it is my greatest fear.

I want to run away from this unprotected world

but no, not join You, in hell, in the underworld,

as that is where You are trapped – I have made sure myself

You remain there now as a skull on the shelf.

You are the master of the most perfect disguise.

I have no doubt you will never, never leave my mind,

my body... my touch

oh, it is all too much!

as your sickening scent still buries my own

your imprints and scars remain burnt on my skin.

it is You – You.

Only You that has sinned.

You became the white fire of passion

of hatred, prejudice, Black revulsion.

You are my ruler with no compassion

my cauldron drips with your blood.

and his voice still haunts me – the words ring most clear,

to join him, to depart, to make known my fear;

I learn to listen and I can just hear,

You

YOU

my soul is drowning in tears.