you are the bell of god

By Corinthian

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In my womb. deep rose leaf & thorns
I am lost
I am lost
sick & sainted stabbing
christ in the dark.

no books no lights
white pillows
and pills
+flowers and needles
needles and air.

there is blood in my dreams
blood and blue glass
blue glass and blood

there are dreams in my blood

I am lost
I am lost
In ghost and shade
star and fang
baby wind and blue halo

my mouth taste like roses & rust
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Published on Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

dracul 4:32

Comments on "you are the bell of god "

On Thursday, December 28, 2017, Cassette (1144) wrote:

mm, speechless
A former member wrote: It is of You, Sister Lost To Us. Such were the last words of your warning. i heeded them as little as any, for we are all dark here. We all have sour times, though none so sweet as yours, Sister, none so...this. None so You.
On Thursday, October 11, 2012, Dreaming in Stanzas (303) wrote:

This is gorgeous, it felt always lyrical in quality. Thank gosh Nae linked me to this, I needed to read something like this right now.
On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, Devilish (2657) wrote:

FUCK!! You know my queen that these written masterpieces doesnt helpp my sickness over you.. only makes it harder for me.. =).. baby wind and blue halo. i bow to you my love..
On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, FadedBlues (2168) wrote:

...escape pills & needles, seek solace of books.
On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, Magdalena (614) wrote:

Words cannot light upon the deepness of the suffering within when you lose part of yourself, yet when you express in the written word, it is so heartfelt and magical, it floats me away..... You're in my thoughts Corinthian.
A former member wrote: Very gothik. The use of repetition is quite catching and creates, in my head, a certain hysteria. This feels sorta wanton and possessed. The idea of stabbing Christ in the dark scares me. The hope of a beauty in it gives me rest though. A wrought piece.