This is her tale of love, loss, deception, and desperation.
This is her journey through the depths of the nine circles.
This is her encounter with the devil of her life.
An angel of dreams
Swinging in a flourish of stars
Swept me off my feet a fine day
One whisper at a time
All little things and slow kisses
The meaning of life,
The homely wishes.
I see those little protrusions now
And what all the temptation was about
What those eyes lured me into
What they made me say and do.
He soars flapping those evil wings,
Clawing into my head,
Digging out little pieces of flesh,
Bathing in the leaking crimson.
He walks with a soft gait,
Baring his teeth, rotten, sick,
He pins me on the executioner’s block,
And stabs me dry with his diabolical spear.
Blood curdles and gurgles out of me,
Splashing on the sea of pain,
And I don’t feel it anymore.
I am reserved for hell
I see him, I see him still
That smile, those teeth,
The bloody spear, the omen ill,
He walks with his patience,
And then loses it all at once
As one world collapses into another,
I lose my voice in this pyre of ash
Where infernal sins adorn vernal suns
Where words stagger into abysses of hurt
Where gazes rip my soul into weak, little pieces
Too fragile to be gathered,
Too tough to be moulded,
Too dark to be coloured.
I can’t rise now
Neither can I drown
Just gasp for air
Every day, every minute, every second
Wishing, wishing for the smoke
To melt my skin
To take me far away
In a wisp of mist
On a shooting star.
(I do not own any of the pictures used in this post.)