Never Converse With Chaos

Find peace, 6 feet under Harsh wind tears the skin off of her soiled fingers She's set fire to every bridge she built And inhales the smoke that lingers She's stroked Dawn's crimson ringlets And grasped her blood soaked hands As she made love to regret And turned shame into a dance She crawled on her hands and knees like a wounded slave And whispers that this is how she was taught to pray Then begs him, "Please, don't think any less of me, because you are all that matters to me now." He pleads, "God, please set her free," She's writhing in circles on the floor Screaming in hatred of an unknown origin "She's speaking in tongues again.." He found her digging up the flower bed Talking to an invisible stranger about white roses And how they've been planted beneath her fingernails "They're so pretty, but the thorns grow from beneath my skin, And it hurts me.." She claims she can't feel the pain anymore, though So it's alright, the scent of fallen petals helps her sleep at night She swears, "I'll be fine," She falls on the steps of Constantinople Running from a crying child Despite the dirt and decay on her hands, he helps her to her feet He says, "Come walk with me." She remembers the last time she stained his robes He punished her by feeding her every lie she ever told She follows him anyway, she'll believe anything he'll say Wrapped in his rain, she feels safe from harm So he is burned by the stars and she is leaving bloody footprints in the sand As they walk beneath the picture perfect galaxy, arm in arm She vows,"That whole scene was just a dream." There could never be a demon disguised as a priest But she knows they think she has lost her grip on cruel reality In time, I should tell you, this girl dwells inside of me She and I, we still collide She's like the catastrophic queen in my mind We pray the memories will fade with time But not even the most anesthetic soul forgets that kind of obsession This story is one I call "The Possession"