blasphemy
in the dark my hands search for you
but only grab bars of steel.
Our feet are shackled
through blood and ink.
How quickly eyes go blind
when the moon loses the sun's light
darkness is the best time.
when vampires roam to rip open
the pale throats and stab the
tan backs of snakes.
The steady clip of boots
on stone concrete stays with my
heartbeat as it continues to sway.
I turn to you, hands stained crimson
as you surrounded your self in blond light.
I ask you my one question,
Do you believe in Jesus?
Guards with faces of your kin,
their veins pump young.
Place you on your rightful throne
and watch my oh holy one
as you grab your mary magdalene queen.
Will you flinch when your singing stars
rip open the palms that only longed
to press to your face?
Let me see something in between them and me.
Hoist me up on the cross I made for myself,
I even dug my grave, an extra foot deep,
so the bed I created would be soft.
Whisper I love you when they crucify me
for all the sins I created. And will you
cry as they pierce my side, and the
messenger angels and diamond girls sigh.
Where is your messiah now?
My crown of woven sunlight and ivy
falls from my head to the crowd. The
roar is unmatched as they watch you,
watch me. You are the unchanged one.
Crimson from the words branded into
my chest. Another notch to your
causality bedpost, swollen digits
attack the flesh. Leave me for the
ravens to carry me away to the
fallen white candle, my name engraved.
I am alive when I die, barely able to
whisper the one word you speak.
Blasphemy.