Poem for S.M.(commission)
By: Deathpoet
Blistered Son
Magically your love bled into my mind
Softly your whispers raped my soul
Laughing into the shadows of day
This night becomes my cradle, my home
Born from your black sprint of lies
Your questions spawn my hate
Feed my anger and spark my taste
Tease me yet again with prayer and sanity
Soaking wings in gasoline for my flight
Faraway from your eyes crumbling faith stains my sheets
Was it your plan to be my first?
Does it hurt that I am your last?
Don’t hate this game, don’t blame the sun
Honor your spy and slap your innocence
I once held your hand, now you refuse this bleeding paw
My only wish, my stolen gift, my forgotten song
Dear are we not to those that cherish the meek
Strong are ties that bind every soul to the dish of life
The silver blade and obscene offspring rule your shame
Own your future and sleep with your kin.