Feed Me Your Soul

SACRIFICIAL LAMB ; My Innocence

Sometimes I let the liquid spill over my lip on purpose

it runs over and under

to my chin,

                   until I wipe it away

                             as I imagine

                             as I play

                   My hands don’t do much good

                             to hold the cup near my face

                             because they tremble in fear

                             as my eyes stare,

                             they stare at that place.

My head does not tilt,            

                   as one would to gulp the last

My tongue does not taste as would yours

                   instead it shrivels back rejecting...

                             rejecting the ghoulish wine

                             mine has brung to me

Sometimes I let the blood flow,

                                      on purpose down my lip

                                      one single drip

                                      as I remove the cup from my mouth

         My eyes still fixated on the growing grotesque evil

        

         My mind still warped by its intelligible crys of righteousness

         My limbs still frozen as if in a timeless frame

         BY THE FACE OF MY FATHER I’VE FORGOTTEN MY        NAME

                   My eyes still fixated in that stare

                   My mouth sticky with the sacrifice

                   My soul to blame for the murder

                   in longing and in acts

          ...but I hate this

           as if I hate this

           so I lunge at the BASTARD

                   The fear within swelling to a grin

                             as I thrust my minds I towards death’s  groom

         

          ... How could I live without her,

          her sweet svelte petals

          her tame merciful core

          her great securing love...

I meet him with sharp unadulterated pain unleashed

he stumbles

beneath

me

he watches for my next attack

blow for blow he counters me

We can’t hide

living in the same mind

so we try

                   to rip one another out

                   to toss aside

                   like the giblet of a chicken

                   but neither can win

                   there will be no winner

He brandishes a dark cloak and exits wearing its frame

          to camouflage into the vast emptiness of my mind

          until we meet again....

                                          ............, 

Copywright 1994 Nov. 8