Mea Culpa

Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty, Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be. For here I fell in love with her Fleeting, my mistress and her purest lure, Laden fantasies as she lulled me away Erotic, poisoned nectar where her legs fully splayed. A flaccid branch to set me free She sways beneath a dying tree - a moonlit halo to attract me thither My wishes granted to always wither For She... Ebon dressed this pearled enchantress Too broken for love, devout to loneliness, Her claws of dirt now usher my eyes My final breath under this menstrual lit sky. That rigid limb; now tightly strung Closing bells of the Cathedral rung. - Death is not too steep a price, When blood is spent to pay for life. The last petal fell... When I descend in my Hell A bullet for my thoughts as well