Curt's Crown
He laid a crown on my head
I didn’t care about the thorns
I embraced the pain
But he expected too much
Blood
Total sacrifice
Body, soul, brain
He cast me out
When he couldn’t control
What no one ever could master
I am an old, battered soul
Broken
But, I still matter
I wander the darkest night
All dead things
Rest in the garden of Gethsemane
I am shrouded in the smoke and ash
Of a single cigarette
Dangling from the bruised mouth
A kiss from the lover
Who betrayed me
*Poem by me. Retouched photo by@ Satanfemme










