The knot as it curls, it turns bigger in spiral
I must lose it up so it strangles me less
The hands from the eyes that turned red on the flesh
In darkness they dance, satanic rituals and heists
The devil has reached me in its purest shape
Desires from men who get off to my pain
There's unbalance in strength, if they kill and I pray
He wants more than he stole from the already worn
He wants more than the guts and the cells he just broke
So he goes and gets more
God allowed it, I choke
And one lung has given up under the pressure of his lust
And the cortex turned hot on the floor, cold like the snow
Screaming mindlessly in silence, wrinkled fingers inflict violence
There wasn't a soul to justify dusk
If my body must be cause of sin, let it burn
One hundred's a lot to the time it went on
He wanted much more, he's acing this kill
The murder of God and the loss of sanctity
As his heresy spreaded in sickening heat
My skin has been stained with the venom of hell
For the rest of time, the lie will be mine
For the rest of time, I lie buried alive
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Author:
M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A poem that works its way through the beliefs of a religious mind. It feels dark and ominous. Well written
Ahh, a bad hair day there? Buried alive. OK there?! heehee.
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