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.