Friday 30 September 2016

Human

And in this form
He craves to cut me into a thousand pieces
I become his glorious display of self destruction
On this murky stage, mine to perfuse.

I am the unfinished art under his saw
The sawdust, my emotions in disarray
I struggle against the desires of my artist
But his resilience defeats me.

His tarnished blade punishes with an unending thirst
And as the fabric of my soul begins to tear
I watch the remaining humanity in his eyes withdraw
As my existence slowly fades away into oblivion.

His determination eases into a breath of relief
As the grip in my hands diminish
The cage of my heart brutally opened
By the very hands that swore protection.

How lucky I am to be his work of art
Carefully pieced together by the strings of his callous heart
Who am I to question his methods?
Who am I to refuse his illicit expression of love..

On an undeserving canvas such as I.

Saturday 16 July 2016

The Last Daughter

If I could drain the world of all its madness
Perhaps then I would forget you ever existed.
The chains I share with you, beloved warden
Would no longer hold my thoughts captive.

Fantasies of your death pulls me further away from God
Who am I to be loved even as a broken child.
Bring back the poison you once shared with me, devoted keeper
A love blessed by the demons found in the darkness of her womb.

Where my heart rests, shall you find a plated icebox
A cold dish waiting to ravenously claw through your throat.
Let us watch your disgusting pride gush from your wounds, faithful protector
Let me listen as you wash away the silence with your horrific screams.


My eyes will no longer redden at the sight of your tears
Instead I will smile as you writhe in the agony you rightly deserve.
Ready your feet before your head becomes mine to take, honored father
Because if death fails to come for you, then I will.

Monday 22 February 2016

Broken Lights

Cripple your bones
And lay them beside me
Let us begin to settle broken thoughts
These memories that cut through your bed sheets.

They who have threaded their needles with misery
Have sewn your eyes shut so you may never see the light
The radiance of their hearts shone over your brothers & sisters
Endlessly punishing your searching hands & restless feet.

Nailed to a cross, they yell out in pain
As the wood drives splinters through their backs
And you listened to them, they who carved you from Hell
For you were the cross who forcefully shared the puncturing nails.

The memory of sin bled into you
From their corrupt flesh into yours
The feasting maggots following the stench
Eating away at your invulnerable heart.

Monster .. you remain courageously torn beside me
Masked by the blood aged beyond your years
I tremble at the touch of your scarred hands
As the wounds of your weary history caresses me.

Love, gently laced in the brilliance of your rage
You are strange .. terrifying & captivating
Monster .. there was never any light in them for you to discover
For it has always been inside you.

Wednesday 13 January 2016

Hearts At War

Daylight cuts through my shattered coat of mail
The colours of war still painted across my skin
Amidst the sound of galloping horses & screaming casualties
The rhythm of his heart finds me torn in silence.

A sworded tongue lay swollen in my mouth
Paralyzed by the pungent taste of tarnished metal
I pull back my eyelids as far as a sandstorm would allow
To find a face reveling in my inevitable defeat.

He stood idle .. at a vast distance
The luminous wrath of Ares still burning in his eyes
His desire to dash a fresh spill of blood across pristine sands
Still evident by the twitching in his fingertips.

Against harsh, dust-filled winds & clamorous thoughts
I raise myself to offer opportunity to sate such a salubrious lust
To offer gratification nearing the end of my being
So that I may sate the hunger of a thousand suns.


Let the world watch as I foolishly fall once again to this bloodstained battlefield
Fill the goblets & let the callous demons imbibe endless pitchers of wine
And as my bones slowly escape the responsibility of carrying battered flesh
I take comfort in falling .. for him all over again.