AWAKENING
- Mar 21
- 1 min read
By The Neo-Revsolutionist
Desecrate the dead heart.
Dig with nails.
Scar with breath.
You are in control.
My hands are wrapped around brass rails.
Assault me with whispered words.
Attack with pelvic thrust.
I cannot escape.
My wrists are marked with suicidal failure.
And you would be the death of me
If I were not already deceased.
Money:
My sheltered mind, you are asleep
Faith:
A passionate soul is purged
Love:
My country heart, you are despaired
Lust:
A body offered to you
Your tears anoint my forehead
A silk surface, now moist.
Heavenly shouts of exaltation.
I moan and sigh in pleasured pain.
Penetration with a smile.
Atmospherics - now tainted.
I breathe out in pre-exorcism.
I make a marriage of guilt and elation.
And you would be my shining light
If I were not already blinded
Mind:
All inhibitions now unleashed
Soul:
In anticipation of the end
Heart:
With blasphemy, resurrected
Body:
I have paid for the awakening
And you would be my saviour
If I were not already saved