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Searle
Poems
May 2014
Iron maden
Bewitched,
and by your beauty captivated
A voluntary slave
Bound in fetters of love
Compelled,
Like the street sweepers daughter
Eagerly I step into your chamber
My will chained, devoted
Turning,
Your eyes like coals fall upon me
Wooed into your steely shroud
Your warmth like the brazen bull it surrounds me
My conscience divided
Dislocated on the Pendulum
Whispering-nothings pierce me through
the Spanish tickler scourges out all resistance
Fiercely flogged in the stocks of your passion
Water boarded by my tears
Scorched in the heat of the moment
My will flayed away by a thousand cuts
My heart broken on the wheel of fate
I surrender, i hold nothing back
“I’ll confess” I scream
“I love you!”
“love hurts”
I hear you say
And my heart with the Spanish spider ripped out
Paraded on a spike, for the world to see
Even now,
With my head held high, on the heretics fork
Burned at the stake by the fire you’ve kindled within
I am consumed with you
#love
#dark
Written by
Searle
South Africa
(South Africa)
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