when i met you you were at the hands of ghouls a gimping coterie of Satan's who pleasured at the torments they inflicted upon your innocents who bound your feet bones in a vice making you their Chinese fantasy a delicate *** trinket a manacled smooth petite beauty in agony bending you into twisted branches those heartless devils, drinking red ice cocktails you put your heel on their throats by craving death that will teach them! gloating at your fear filling their emptiness with your trembling your dreams faded into the body of a wounded kitten has God given us the cold shoulder? hacked angels wings to stumps and left the doors to hell wide leaving your soul a torn crag flaming? little ******* fire screaming in the cave of self would he weep at your alter and kiss your scarred tissue begging your forgiveness lamenting his snide toys of fate sweet cursed apples and sly snakes twisting raptured seductions your life, cross and curse a burnt offering a blood light blinking with no fire escape oh Eve blamed by the idiots of religion for everything only a child who sank her pink mouth into a serrated moon now always weighing death bathtub ******, red ribbon glamour dreaming paraphilias tide eyes a ghastly vacancy floating like a feather mud, tabernacles grave a buoyant shell sinking in crimson clouds a smiling dread what does it take for God to redeem himself? must we storm paradise before he fills you with perfumes bliss and effulgent lights embrace pours through your soul like lanterns rose sky?
A poem partly based on a true story of a girl in the care of a foster Mormon family
This poem is based on a true story of a dear lady friend of mine who yearns for death. Who poses dead like a strewn corpse as an expression of masochistic love and lust, photograph after phonograph. Lament is a poem about the cruelty of her childhood that transformed her into a woman with an extreme masochistic obsession, a gnawing hunger for voluptuous ****** horror and her own demise.