I am just a wretched sinner in need of your salvation.
Anoint my forehead with your kiss and stare into my eyes.
Exorcise these beautiful, lusty demons that torment my haunted mind.
Give me the sacrament of your tongue upon mine, so I can taste your spirit.
Pierce my flesh your with dirty nails and draw out my sanguine sacrifice.
Wrap me in your divinity and extract all of this deviant desire.
Lay me down in cruciform to leave me numb and trembling,
with visions of damnation and bliss swirling like smoke inside my head.
Twisted, broken hands outstretched and grasping through
these incense apparitions, desperately begging you
not to send me back to Hell without
your sin on my lips and your scent
on my poisoned soul.
About the Creator
Fudsique Gilmore
Rambling rants about my incurable tendencies toward self-destruction, living through the torment of my own making, and the love of "that one girl".
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