The Musician
A LOW GRADE NAUSEA HAUNTS MY CONSTRICTING THROAT
FATIGUE CREEPS, SERPENT-LIKE, THROUGH MY VEINS
A DARKNESS SO BRIGHT IT BURNS IS SLOWLY CONSUMING ME...
AND ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM, SILENTLY,
YOUR HALLOWED NAME...
OH GOD AND THE DEVIL TAKE ME...
THIS AGONISING SICKNESS HAS BEEN EATING ME ALIVE FOR DAYS
I DON’T KNOW ITS FACE OR WHERE THE ANTIDOTE MAY LIE
BUT I KNOW IT STRUCK THE MOMENT I SAW YOUR FACE
LIKE A SNAKE YOU SANK YOUR FANGS INTO ME…AND NOW I AM GOING TO DIE
I USED TO THINK SATAN WAS MY ONLY LOVE - BUT YOU HAVE DOMINION OVER ME,
THOUGH YOUR TOUCH LEFT ME ICY COLD, HOLLOW,
AND THE DEVIL HIMSELF SITS AT MY RIGHT HAND
WHILE YOU STRAY FAR AWAY...
ABANDONING ME TO THE BITTER CURSE OF ANGUISH
LIKE A JUNKIE I HAVE BECOME ADDICTED TO YOUR EVIL CHARM
I FED OFF YOU, A PORCELAIN PARASITE,
AND NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE I AM WRACKED WITH WITHDRAWAL
PUKING UP ASHY LUMPS OF MANGLED LOVE
AND MOANING IN UNBEARABLE PAIN
BUT OF COURSE YOU JUST DON’T CARE
YOU ARE OBLIVIOUS TO MY LUST, MY LONGING
WHEN YOU SAID GOODBYE YOU DIDN’T SEE THE ANGUISH IN MY EYES
OR HEAR THE SILENT PLEA THAT RIPPED FROM MY LUNGS,
BEGGING YOU TO STAY...
BUT IT DOES NOT MATTER NOW –
YOU ARE MILES AWAY, IN YOUR DESERT FASTNESS,
AND I LIE ROTTING ALIVE HERE IN MY STONE-COLD BED
A BLEAK MONUMENT TO LOVE’S WITHERING RAGE
THE LIGHT IN MY EYES SLOWLY EBBING AWAY...
(p.s. please don't be offended by my use of god/devil in this poem; it is merely inspired/based on a dimmu
borgir song called Burn in Hell. since i am a metalhead i love that kind of imagery and use it a lot)
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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