Addiction
My body is an infection
To all those I let inside
Some will keep for reflection
While others use for pride
I’m done living this lie
Oh begotten son so loved
I wish to come home to you
In our canopy up above
My skin peels like lemon rinds
As men use me for their temper
Calming storms of subconscious tides
I thaw their frozen shelter
But in temptation I am lost
Pushing down temples of ancient times
I once thought love led my words
But I’m left to face these dogs of pride
Bite me. Chew me. Spit me.
When will this ever end?
Hit me. Hurt me. Trap me.
How has this bitterness returned again?
The peaks of the mountains sing to me
And the valleys so deep forget my name
But in this chamber where my heart beats
Ring the chains of growing shame
How to listen to the gods
An arcane mind too gruesome to bare
Tugging at my string of knots
Of golden silk, buttered hair
I cry to my mother as she kneels before me
And yell to my father as his hands wash my feet
The dirt pools beneath my soles
As tears stain my blood-soaked sheets
Semen swirling in forbidden places
A cyclone of lustful action.
Oh hellhound of the deepest circle
Why has this curse happened?
Bite me. Chew me. Spit me.
When will this ever end?
Hit me. Hurt me. Trap me.
How has this bitterness returned again?
Fables are told to mend the hearts
Of ogres and and of frogs
Twisted tales to knot the knowing
Forget the truth of who you are.
Bite me. Chew me. Spit me.
When will this ever end?
Hit me. Hurt me. Trap me.
How has this bitterness returned again?
We are broken , we are loved.
We are gods, we are doves.
Deliver me before my throne,
Grovel under my own dynasty
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2022
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