lost faith

Vain, decrepit wretch.

With my pounding heart in hand,

Your hardened eyes gaze at me—

Dry, stripped of virginity,

Seeking to drown me in your sighs.

Your teeth, worn by time,

Ooze atrocious lies,

Black as the poison

That corrodes our arteries.

Forgiveness will never reach your feet;

Not the Highest nor the Mightiest will grant it,

No matter how you drag your knees

Or how far your camel wanders.

Go on clutching that razor in your necklace;

Kiss the dagger before driving it in—

At least then you’ll feel a trace of God

In your morbid body, bloated with filth.

I know when the guilt is mine;

A raven dwells between your ribs,

Tearing open your entrails with its beak.

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you’re not healing, you’re pretending you are.

still, i hope it lingers, i really do.

maybe only then you’ll care.

Bulimic sadist

Brown hair, early death;

Between dark eyes lies

Your insatiable desire to swear falsely

By me—my life, my body, my love.

Were it larger, one might mistake it

For yourself—a mountain made flesh;

Nature endowed you, granting you grace,

Yet your mind remains far from innocent.

Your lips bear only the hooves of beasts—

Hairy, massive swine, like your rose,

Brown as everything you vomit up;

You try to dress in pink, yet I only see black.

You cannot see it; you never will.

Perhaps you were blessed with ignorance—

A craving to harm, to tear out pieces,

Even as the protrusion of your soul persists.

And what would you do were you in my place?

I see what lies behind you; your love spills from your slit,

Directed since your own incoherent babbling;

De Sade might envy you—but do not boast.

It is all you have—and rightly so.

You flee from peace and weep in misery;

You do not want it, nor ever will. Tear yourself apart