I used to sit
on the right of the Lord's throne
sowing the seeds of joy
along the banks of population
Then
greed pervaded by corneas
God's laughter engulfed my
very being,
in the flames of
anguish. I imagined my
skin bubbling off its pale steed, as
wisps of belief fled my
psyche.
When will the
apprentice become the master?
God's name rolled
spitefully off my tongue
as my halo became ashen
and unfriendly- and the clouds
dispersed under my
heathen feet.
Now the cadaver is my only friend
as I seep from town to town
quenching my thirst and
spreading sin.
Vampires around me- sucking
money and love from their friends.
I suck blood from stranger to
live...so, why am I seen as
hellsent?
A veritable plague
falling upon prey like the sunset
I pray for forgiveness every night
But silence is all I get.
