Against angels, anarchaist of apertures, able and accommodating
Bowing and begging, positions of biblical binary
Cathartic chaos, choosing or coercion
Details of former deity, decorated with disease
Entering, ensared, an envelope of epic ethos
Forging fires, forbodding sense of failed father figures
Gaslight in gowns, gathered Gods giving grief
Hating his home, hindered by humans heard hiding
Icarus, indicted by innovation, ideas injuring ideals
Jester of a jaded man, just there for laughs
Knight before King, carrying out the killing
Late nights laid out in lamination, last stand
More, more, give more
Naked, near nothing,
Of ones that hold holy notes, only those produce pain
Pews hide secrets across their hollowed halls
Quiet Quiet Quiet
Repent Repent Repent
Some say sanctuary while others say sin
Tear, torn, tattered, the test of testimonies
Unable, unwilling, both useless and used
Vicious vices, vexing those too weak to forgive
Witness withholding warrants, warping whys with who and what
Xerox his insides and you’ll find a hole where his heart was
You yearingly took from his plate and left him starved
Zonal states of agony is where he lies.
About the Creator
Kylie Scarlett
Words are the closest thing we have to magic, with the power to both heal and hurt.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.