An Invitation to Hell

These forceful fields,
Not visible to even the keenest of eyes,
Stay surrounding my useless body in their taunting rhythms,
Insulting my soul they’ve envisioned with skeleton keys,
Enveloping my flesh, writhing from an intense pain made pleasurable,
A repulsive recognition discovered between jaws of broken and frayed utensils,
Results of sensations to be relived in me once more,
Like reality on an eternal loop of hellish nightmares.
As I scream ever so loudly, cursing them,
A changeling standing amidst this circle of admirers
Chants promising faith and adherence to their newborn anti-Christ,
Almost believing that this entourage could the unbearable continuation make,
I yell out to their ears that I am unbreakable; they are messing with the wrong one here,
Remembering a line from the child’s existence,
Go, go, and go away, come again another day
(Not actually meaning the latter).
Wait until the rain goes away
You’ll then see the clever cat and taunting mice play.
Until the other discards the lowliest of a sub-human way
The inability to show true regrets mixed with genuine compassions
Instruct the curious to be shocked that this is a satanic angel of such passion.
Lead all who watch to replace generosity with greed
Create a sense so they might gossip about lost loves,
Not coldly composed by tales of the heartless men of means.
Take this precisely honed knife, my love,
Without forethought or apprehension (which sometimes causes one to hesitate),
Slice through the alabaster whites of my forearms and do not cease,
Lest the blood pours from the newly awakened body,
And drains until you reach down with enveloping arms and, by your side I shall be
Prince of Darkness, the Angel of shame.


I only desire to be all yours..