hirudinarialove

[hirudinarialove]

In the dead twilight, The dread of heart immense, And a tenebrous sight, I rest upon satin, numb sense. For Him, I await, In the stillness of redeemers, In the raucous cry of sinners For Him, till the end of fate.

But I, an infidel 'mongst the righteous, The nymph bellowing The priestess entangled with a God, the end is treacherous! How long the lone wolf survive, if left astray? Life holds the broken string, and Death it tarries Allure, it's a cupid's vain. End is near and Truth is what it carries The known is concealed, and unknown confessed What an absurd fallacy for the sane A world where the unholy is blessed The serpent, masquerading as a healer, is my bane I prayed His He preyed on mine Still maundering, to find that pious beam, Did I fall in love with a dream? The silver-tongued scorns The women who have fallen, the one who He failed Can do nothing but mourn. The priestess now worse than a heathen, Her devotion, now tattered, forlorn. Still, I ache, in silence, I know Whispers of 'her innocence strayed' What verity they claim, I can't show, the one who He betrayed, Lost in love's den, He who is for the men. A well- woven, heavenly scheme, Tossed around, a jester's play. I fell in love with a dream. 'It's a woman thing', they say.

[hirudinarialove]

The devil poses living with derision And He demands devotion even to the dead. but what about the one whom I bestow, the one who delves my sorrow and succumbs my dread? Whose shrine bellows my allotheism I bow to him, give him the heavens It's my betrayal to the one they chant drowning me falsely, berated and shamed Labelled a sinner for my grant "A virgin fool! A witch!", they say I'm a heathen who's gone astray blinded in vehemence, with a heart untamed.

[hirudinarialove]

For an infidel, he was their sincere prayer For a healer, he was the butcher's blade For the Holy, he was an odious despair For me, he was marred entice, i couldn't evade hungry for my flesh, I let him scavenge thrashed, wounded, left in eternal pain solely for him, his desire, his revenge allowed my ardour crumble, lost in vain

[hirudinarialove]

I stifle the wrath inside, if it ever dares to bleed out like the nectar or undulate it's smoke I suppress it, push it back inside like a mother puts it's falling child back in the crib. I let the fetus of My melancholy My fique grow, nourishing it with every breath, with every thump of the red mast, enclosed in the white casket I allow it to ruin me.