To Hell
A thousand fights
A thousand breaches
I can't keep myself at bay
A thousand bites
From a thousand leeches
Won't take the bad blood away
A single black drop
For a single small sin
Seems all fairness requests to fulfill
But if I do not stop
I'll soon find within
I've no red in my blood left to spill
One sweet little lie sung
A pitiful excuse
A cancerous poison to hear
I'd stitch up my tongue
And sew up my mouth
If these tales never be brought to ear
One last indulge
One last sweet taste
Of the fruits of forbidden enjoyment
One last deluge
Of delusional haste
Of virtue's belated employment
Starving abysmal
Aching and empty
Clawing it's way to my decadent heart
Hunger for sinful
Finding there plenty
Sated on tearing my body apart
Gluttonous wanting
Eating my heart out
Never quite happy, always want more
Vainglorious taunting
Hubristically paramount
I you will cherish, I you'll adore
Envious sickness
Burns me with longing
All that you have is mine to possess
Hungering wickedness
Unchastely longing
Control of your body I'll slyly wrest
Basking in pleasure
Of slovenly laze
No more than a statue would I wish to be
The only real measure
Of happiness lays
In the objects I treasure for their bond to me
A wave of amber
Furious fire
I cannot quell the smoldering hate
I can't remember
A site so dire
As my own despicable fate
Cinders and ashes
Piteous remains
Only myself, charred, bleeding, long gone
Faint memory flashes
Infinitesimal pains
Lament a life wasted in doing what's wrong.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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