The devil I am already had a pitchfork
and eagerly took up the torch.
My black heart was pitch, too ready for a scorch.
My insidious nature should not be touched.
I groped through the dark for something
to clutch. I looked for kindness
and found too much.
A bonfire for the ******
A blaze to cause blindness.
No eyes of love could behold that funeral pyre
but with scarred fingers I felt the fire.
Surrounded by broken screams
I hear my mind’s seams rip
and all I’m left with is reams of blank pages.
In one hand, rolled tightly is a fresh white beacon.
I reach out to shake with my other as I put another lover
in this mechanism for my massacre of the ages.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
The devil I am already had a pitchfork
and eagerly took up the torch.
My black heart was pitch, too ready for a scorch.
My insidious nature should not be touched.
I groped through the dark for something
to clutch. I looked for kindness
and found too much.
A bonfire for the ******
A blaze to cause blindness.
No eyes of love could behold that funeral pyre
but with scarred fingers I felt the fire.
Surrounded by broken screams
I hear my mind’s seams rip
and all I’m left with is reams of blank pages.
In one hand, rolled tightly is a fresh white beacon.
I reach out to shake with my other as I put another lover
in this mechanism for my massacre of the ages.
