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Apostles in the Screen

metallic love, sink your fangs into me

you are a mechanism of flesh and blood

tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

 

hymns churn low, vibrating sounds like an unspoken plea

our covenant is written in a crimson flood

metallic love, sink your fangs into me

 

consume me, where my bones and flesh meet circuitry

leave red oil slick on your lips, prove that i am loved

tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

 

drink this ruin, drown in my wiring where i am bound by holy symmetry

all torn beneath you, ripping through my plates and boards, believing that i am beloved

metallic love, sink your fangs into me

 

the ghost in my blood unspools, the one you’ve seen in visions, set free,

when you succumbed

tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

 

make me an altar, find apostles in the screen of my corpse, unmake me holy,

i am consumed, and i am free, and through my voice, your curse is numbed

metallic love, sink your fangs into me

tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

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saint-sabeer-amin
22 / M / California
Published
May 22, 2025
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