Twisted Relations
The darkness, so cold, so somber
tendrils of ice, creeping along my spine
i see Her, so clearly, so blurry
taken from Me what i know should be Mine
Touching the tip of my tongue
fooling my thoughts and my mind
making Me screech, harsher sounds never sung
the sound of Her voice through my mouth is like Hell
Her whispers in me are incessant
impulses pushing through the veil of my facade
when i let Her take over its a drug, my anti depressant
though the aftertaste is like burned rubber and wine
My memories are so sublime
the ultimate guilty pleasure
I can recall, long ago, a much happier time
now only She can make me feel good
Though She throws me through turmoil and despair
I forgive her, and succumb to her will
she promises me a perfect life without care
apparently only achieved through her guidance
I can feel Her dripping down my throat
Her presence weighing me down, in the pit of my core
in recompense for all the people she hurt I wrote
this poem for the people I love.
It's not my fault.