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Sep 2014
I loved him,
like a religion
his,
was the face of God
and I prayed to him
while I kissed his feet
worshipped him,
as the good Lord
but it was a demon,
that lived within

Days wetted by tears
screaming echoed through nightfall
I repented,
for my sins,
for what I had committed for him,
against myself
but there was no light there
and mercy was unfounded

Cut me open
and tear away my sins
here is my body,
the body, the blood
of your fallen angel
the twisted little soul
you claimed with your fist

I will be your lamb
so do with me as you wish
because my light, and love is gone now
it was taken by your cruel
poisonous kiss
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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