Song of Worship and Adoration
The sound of my
name on your
thin, nervous lips commands
attention sidetracking
my thoughts everytime
Your eyes are
praying
for devastation and begging for
relief. As I
approach you I
feel
the urge to haunt you till
you surrender to my
unspoken
wishes once for all.
I shall
demand idolatry
from you and blind
devotion, I shall
force you to worship my
mind through
your body and offer your
soul unwrapped
as a proof of
submission, I will
push you to thankfully
loose
yourself in me
And then you
will
become my idol.
Copyright © Rosanna Tarsiero | Year Posted 2012
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