we have sinned mortally
he affirmed on our
tortured souls
absinth in my drying throat
forgive us we beg you on
bleeding knuckles and knees
morganatic dreams of submission
heightened voices dramatic gestures
morning trickles into summer
crying birds of sorrow
we slithered in
false prayers
stop this
bloody
rain
Categories:
morganatic, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
Sometimes I feel as if I am treated with morganatic comtempt...
As if I am totally imbecilic
But oh how I smile when from behind I give the sign that's diabolic
(Just felt like being devilish.)
Categories:
morganatic, funny
Form: Rhyme