To the Woman I love
I’m in the one place the long-red-right hand of to law can’t reach,
Barricaded in the inner sanctum, free of struggle - no leash.
The violence committed here would make Gacy cry
In here, the violence is me on me crime.
Self abusive, I’m allowin’ you to be intrusive,
Look and listen- when you’re leavin; Think not-
To pity me, but read; In conclusion? The story here-
Is inconclusive. You see what I’m tryin’ to say-
Wait, tryin’? I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t say I’m cryin’ out to you,
I’d be lyin’ if I said, I wasn’t dyin’ without you.
What I’m describing’ with the eloquence of a town crier-
My mind; that sacred sanctuary, E Spiritu Sanctus (Amen)
Is in a state of chaos, war zone, I against I, guerilla like (Ho Chi Min)
Now, when I let you in, wipe your feet,
Sit silent and still, I need you to be discreet.
For the things you are about to see may make you ill, (sick)
The pictures in my head are unrated, un belated, (quick)
What you’re seein’ is uncut; not glam glitter, but-
Dagger draggin, slipknot noose, trigger tuggin’,
Figure grubbin’, bloody knuckle, scared shuffle,
Poisoned and potent, low life to death quotient.
My mind’s suicide lingers fresh, cadaver caviar,
Leavin’ my body; just a hollowed shell.
This is where you step in, teachin’ my soul,
To shun the ways that lead men to this hell. (fire, fire)
The picture show is over, the screen is black, (lack of life’s desire)
I see the tears on your cheek, do you feel molested?
Were your wills tested, your nightmares bested
By the thoughts in my head? The things I see when I unrest in bed?
Now you know why I thrash around, it’s that frantic sound;
My nails get stuck in the wall, and I look like death,
In the morn, I’m curled in that ball, and why I’m outta breath.
My position is fetal because my thoughts are fatal-
I’m losing my battle, the cadence is fast, I want you to stay til’;
The big hand is on the twelve, and the little is on eternity,
Leaving me would not only be damning, but condemning me-
Lash me, rack me to the wracking pain, the whipping rain;
Do you see what I’m seeing now? My own hell - my fears? (look and quake)
Let me let you in on the new film on the reel, eyes open, dear… (listen and shake)
What you’re seein’ is uncut, not sequins and shine, but-
My ensanguined spine, bent; ravished out of posture-
This is it, the Inferno. Dante knew and know I know.
Thrown out of Paradisio, smitten (smite) by the mittens (might) of God.
Ok girl, that’s enough!
The visuals are getting’ rough even for me!
I feel my nerves are shot, I feel my heart is stopped-
My left ventricle thinks it’s on the right, and that’s not right
Because my right thinks he’s lost his rights to pump blood,
Lost his rights for good, and if he stops
I stop, My life stomped. Reality cropped, coffin view.
So I’m asking you,
Think of me when you hear my pleas,
In your dreams hear my screams - I know that you love me.
So save me. Don’t abhor me. I’m your tragic Shakespearean hero,
I’m the apple of your eye, the blush in your cheek.
So to save me, you save yourself so to speak.
Be with me. I’ll be with thee, and I’m down on my…
These are my knees. This is my hand, and in this ribcage-
My erratic heart, my inactive part, It needs an electric start.
Be my shock. My message from God. My divining rod.
Save me.
For mods who might find it weird that I've posted twice in one day, I won't be able to get on tomorrow and I would like to have this critiqued for when I return, so this takes place of the one I would have posted tomorrow. Thanks for understanding
-Absinthe.
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