The devil to me is a better acquaintance
Than the angels that would redeem mankind
...
As the angels were molded by your potent hand
The same hand that created this lie

I fear
If this fire does not tire.
Refrain from burning me whole
...
I will die
Having lost sight of everything
I once stood for
...
A concave grind into nothing
A phoenix
That slept upon ashes
And didn't rise
For it failed to feel something

Emptied his stomach
Bloodless puncture in his breastplate
Breath lost before victory
Could be muttered in checkmate

You miss your Mother’s hand
Being wedged between your thighs
Her intoxicating perfume
Labelled Arsenic trichloride

Fighting all your life
Pain began at circumcision
You spent Mother’s day sat
Awaiting visitation in prison

Needles gave a hug filled with warmth
You were deprived
The first time you said “I love you”
Was the time her breath took flight

So strange yet wonderful, a dark life we all lead
she spent most of hers perched with a vase full of mead

Fills the crystal up, tis poison to the rim
a paroxysm of choler burnt away with a hymn.

My humanity was wrenched, torn, as he
Tossed our love on a hearse

saying

Darling
Nothing prettier than what's demanded
is allowed slurs.

An artist crafted you
With fine, fine fingers
Each flare in your iris shall agree
…
I struggle to acknowledge
What you are
Convinced my eyes have been deceived