My blistered fingers tremble
They cannot cling to your adulterous flesh.
Death is my coveted cradle.
While Hades sings to me my lullaby.
I spend the night stitching with black thread
I stitch my severed limbs together.
I try to revive my dead skin
The smell of burning corpses
Makes me feel intoxicated.
There’s nothing left here
Only filth and grime.
All the putrid life of the Tiber nourishes me.
Broken shadows from my past invade my dark dreams.
I fall inside the mouth of Hell
Crossing the river Styx with my sentinel.
None of this would’ve befallen me
If you hadn’t plucked my blinded eyes.
If you hadn’t polarized my mind.
If you hadn’t crucified my heart.
Now that I’m at the stake
The flames closing in to devour me.
I wonder if you consider your cruel act a mistake
Or did you murder me in your heart long before?
Did you enjoy this poem? You can find this poem and many others in Bleed Like Me: Poems for the Broken
DID YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU JUST READ? IF YES, THEN SUBSCRIBE TO THE BLOG, GIVE THE POST A LIKE, OR LEAVE A COMMENT! NEW POSTS ARE UP EVERY TUESDAY & THURSDAY!