I am little, I am big-build the
curse that lives within.
A breath of Sun, a right as rain-
they will consider all they’ve paid.
Never knowing what will come
reading never showed the sum
spirits raving over dreams
life caught up or so it would seem.
Bury bones beneath your skin
the sum of your parts
the beast and sin,
ever the beauty the devil’s within-
brighten the surface-let it begin!
Worship the master, the child,
the kid. Lamb of the fallen-
a true God sets in-
daughter of harem, a
whore free from sin
triumphed the darkness, lead the witch to fight again.
Bury the hatchet
as I drown and scream
my flesh just a canvas
a holder of seed.
Basket of lovers, souls and of fiends
living a burden of setting you free.
I am no prophet, no saint, nor angel trail by error, fire and stone.
Bleed me ’til Heaven calls out my name
drags me to hell where I am too stay
eating your sins ’til judgement day.
I am your keeper, your burden, your safe.
(8 July 2012)