First kiss at the psych ward, strap me to the gurney Deliver me from evil, tempt me eternally Lucifer’s hellhound is space bound like my mentality- Venus. To be great like em-inem I bet he has a big (rocket ship)
Alliteration, pronunciation like Smash Pan- Alley where we used to fight about it. Drinking king cans by the river A blimp of a memory drifting endlessly
Listen to your voice emanate synchronicities Haunting me vocally as I condemn myself to his servitude, I’m holy Saint of the church like Mother Theresa, pray with my rosary For forgiveness.
Undress me slowly, ripe for the picking A flower blooming seductively under duress of the past atrocities committed upon me by trauma I own that ****, I’m a sinner.
Repentance for misdirected animosity Be who you are And love endlessly.
I will not repent My daily sins To an antiquated verse Or bind myself To a definition I do not acknowledge To be a sinner, as you say To be the villain Before I have my own story To wear guilt and shame As constant wardrobe I don’t buy it Give me my flaws,faults And misdeeds Tattoo them to my skin I will build an epic origin tale Layers upon my body Until my soul bleeds And the words from my mouth Will be sonnets for misfits Gathering into bonfires My smirk, dancing sparks And trouble, a forte To be sinner, as you say And plaster your prayers As hollow blessings To cure me To iron out my wrinkles Tuck me safely into a social norm I don't buy it Fray the edges Pull myself off the frame Not all butterflies will be pinned Pluck the pins of expectations Use those antiquated words To set fire To every criticism you used To create this prison Repent, you say For being myself And I will tell you no
with your sin stained touch, unholy scriptures, and whispered prayers falling from your wicked tongue, sometimes i wonder if we’re truly of the ******, disgraced in the eyes of the lord, or if the lord revels in our unholiness
My shadow tiptoes beside me Shes with me everyday Sometimes i embrace her Other times i wish her away But today is a day i need her So will she come and play?
A fire that makes me feel alive Adrenaline rush, my worries subside Her courage, my crutch When im out of touch Moving me, whirlwind in the dust A dark figure, Who wears many hats A curious lady, A circus acrobat - a street smart magician When i finally snap Patiently waiting, a midnight snack When I'm full of rage, She hands me the bat. a ventriloquist on stage, Who tells me what to say A gardener she digs, As she hums come what may And i know i shouldn't.. But I listen anyway.
A seamstress by day Warrior at night suiting me with armour Preparing me to fight My shadow......the dark A doctor with the cure to my broken heart
A beacon of reckoning, Asking me to grow colder, my shadow self - The sinner on my shoulder.
Side note: been struggling with this one for a month bc it is choppy but take it as it is. Imperfect like we are