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The Old Serpents Door

Inhale

Inhale

Inhale

I can’t breathe right anymore,

Ever since I've found myself

Beating down the Devils door.

 

“Beelzebub, Satan!

Let me in

I can’t keep running,

Father of Sin”

 

Trip

Trip

Trip

I can’t feel my feet touch the ground,

I’m only aware

Of this insane

ripping sound.

 

Barren

Barren

Barren

Looking up to the sky

I can’t help but cry,

“Lucifer what have you done

It seems heaven’s run dry!”

 

Empty

Empty

Empty

“Oh no, you Old Serpent!

I’m afraid my insides are out,

How can I proceed

With my intestines strewn about?”

 

Slip

Slip

Slip

I can not take this,

My head is pounding,

Every sound resounding,

This head ache is a killer.

I only complain

About this tension in my brain,

Since for organs

I've already found a Filler.

 

As the ground cackles open,

(“Look who finally answered the door!

Antichrist, you Tempter, did you not hear me knocking before?”)

I see one small problem,

A phantom tickle, a teasing *****

For in all of my life

I've never been this famished, that I can assure!

 

Inhale

Inhale

Inhale

The world into my now vacuous

Gaping hole of a stomach,

A true bottomless pit.

For I will not leave this life

With nothing to show for it!

 

No more stars, I will keep them for myself,

let the moon shine it's dull light

in the spotlight,

with no one to share it's empty stage.

 

And maybe now,

Converter of Angels,

With the universe stored safely

Within the wormhole in my body,

My gaping wound,

Personification of ******

Maybe now,

With Star-Filled-Guts

I will shine again.

 

The fiery sparks of hell

Will be no match for the likes of me,

For all who dare look

Will be blinded instantly.

I’ll be so incandescent

You’ll see me from afar

For haven’t you heard, Fallen Angel?

I’m Hell’s North Star.

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krystelle-bissonnette
30 / Non-binary / Canadian
Published
Aug 16, 2013
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