Sacrifice

Sacrifice

No more prolific than an empty quill
Without direction like a drifting raft
I catch wisps of your words and will
Do as they abide me to in a chilling draught

Words flow like blood to my trembling lips
As I lay down where you dare not intrude
Bloom like charring flames in scented wisps
Captive in confusion, world of carnage, crude

For there stands an altar of rose and black
Where you’d encased my mind in slumber
My soul fleeing from your fervent attack
Imprisoned beneath your delicious cumber

But such bliss now an island in the sea of hate,
Alone in the storm composed of salt and ice
Your erotic smile linger with cold aftertaste
Boxed within my memory like a gift of lies.

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So you see ---

I will rip your skull from your unnerved neck,
Pet, from that taut, icy egoistic wreck
That serves you as armor and soul,
I have not yet lost the game, love, and so

I must claw on through the sickening bliss
Of musky memories, locks of hair, a kiss
From the depths of Morph ester’s purgatory
I will bend, choke, go mad in this dichotomy

And as your face hover like the Siren’s song
My faith fades, like the sinking sun.
Lingering in my nostrils, eyes and mind,
Your music preys upon me, sorrowful, blind

So, love, I must bathe in your blood of Scythe
The futile half heat for the kiss of Lethe
In my veins, like the lusty corpse of Baudelaire
My heavy desire flood in a lightning flare.

-- Debbie X '04