I don’t want much, just all you dearly hold
A fire-spitting dragon hoarding all the gold
Place the strings on my outstretched hands
To puppet your limp soul in a masquerade so grand
I don’t crave much, honey, just your sweet cherry lips
To stitch, to bruise, to shatter, let the scarlet juice drip.
Feed me…feed me…indulge me more
Sucking savory bone marrow, taste the gore
A hint of innocence, cotton candy clouds melt
Against the metallic taste of swollen crimson welts
Tinges of impurity spice up the bland sweet flavor
So please…feed me…sin some more.
I have enough-more than others could ever ask for
Friends, family, rich cuisine, modern shelter, the pretty city lights and flashing doors
But how come all i ever want is to find someplace secluded?
A lone island to call my own, where i could be peacefully deluded
Do i want more, by wanting less? I want to stay a simple soul
In an ever-evolving world of machines and symbolic crests-
I want to stay untamed, unknown.
Raging wars everywhere, internal and external
Ripping and tearing seams, nobody bothers to fix
Cold ruthless apathy, numbed down like a piece of frozen meat
Indifferent to crime and suffering, the sting of melting candlewicks
But there comes a price for everything, systems too lazy to feel pain
Are too lazy to feel happiness, malfunctioned souls too rusty to be sane.
Splintering sticks and crunching bones
Knuckles bulging purple, pale thighs slit with tally marks
Chunks of dried caked blood sprinkle the sugar cones
Pretty ribbons around pretty wrists, daylight clear and stark
And whoever said they hurt you, when they spilled droplets of your blood out in the stygian seas
Just because you’re the piteous, sniveling prey, doesn’t mean you’re not the shark.
Cain murdered Abel, for he coveted His precious favor
Just like Hades stole Persephone, a little bird locked forever
Guilty pleasures, luscious dark chocolate delight, senses tingle and excite
He has the succulent candy, the shimmering gold, say, why not take his life?In the end, we lust, we want, we hunger for what is solely forbidden
And don’t we all come from the same perfidious apple that was treacherously bitten?
I’m grasping for something-a twig, a branch, something solid to hold on to
Teetering on the edge of a crumbling cliff; below me, a choking abyss brews
Desperately clinging, the last autumn leaf left on a naked willow branch
And it’s not really time to go, but i secretly pray for an avalanche
One hand firmly gripping yours, another clutching my pride weighing down
Truthfully, love, i’d rather fall to my untimely death, break the rushing ravine and drown.
Veronica Lejano (author) on September 11, 2020:
Thank you, JC. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.
JC Scull from Gainesville, Florida on September 11, 2020:
Very interesting and well constructed.