by R. Michael Straight, age 15
you're the life of me
you're the brick wall
like the light of day
darkening my soul
you're the heat in me
you're the freezing burn
using your rank breath
to calm my melting ice
shooting pills into
that black hole of me
the biggest part of it
my memorabilia
you're the soul in me
rip up this red skin
screaming at the flies
run around again
you're the skin of me
a desperate rotting clown
nothing changing us
religion crumbling down
i'm still in love with you
i will not be ignored
dying the in the rain
you just wait and see
walking in the clouds
my atmospheric tears
red eyes burning ground
choking on the sand
you never were of me
it can't be for the best
plunge the knife in you
why won't you let me rest
the divine are rolling
you're still pinning me up
you're the spear in me
black blood down my spine
you're the claw on me
picking at my brain
i will not destroy you
love in a little way
you dissect my thought
medical sorrow
clinical remorse
your black heart's loving grows
you run your clamy hands
down my bloody chest
the fowl taste of you
holy water blessed
you're the demon spawn
with angelic face
you scream your life away
at a deadly pace
you're the thorn in me
water from my side
nails ran through my hands
worms along for the ride
you're the wooden stake
you're the oily one
you're the scaley soul
with the iron tongue
wars of the angels
demons on your side
i'm just happy to
be somewhat alive
this may not sound like much
my will and testament
run the credits now
time's come to end it
please deliver me
from this empty cell
you're my god and i'm
the that angel you fell.
Interpret this poem any way you wish, but it does not have any specific anti-religion meaning. This was written because I felt like writing it, not to convey a certain message.
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copyright - R. Michael Straight - Jun 30, 1997
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