Golden Bladed

These words,
so true,
they eat away at me.
Tearing open my flesh,
they nestle themselves,
just so deep,
to be safe.

Fester and crawl,
they live,
taking over my mind,
changing me.

Lies and deceit,
they create a new life,
one in which,
no one deserves to live.

Your golden bladed words,
slick with the crimson of my blood,
roll off your tongue,
to caress my ears.

I howl in pain and defeat,
though it does not satisfy you,
you continue to watch me,
to toy with me.

These blades and guns,
so tempting,
yet,
just as revolting.
I reach,
only to cower away.

Desperate in my attempts,
I only fail.
Why should others,
cry for me?
When I can no longer,
cry for them.

The golden blade,
sits in front of me,
my fingers wrap around it,
a figment of my own treacherous imagination.

Your teeth puncture my skin,
a lie of a promise,
eternal bliss,
instead eternal hell.

A Cheshire grin,
so prominent on the face of the devil,
sits hidden on the face of an angel.
Yours.

Which do I believe?
The truth,
or,
the wonderful lies?

You take me,
in your arms.
Your hand,
covers my mouth.

A golden bladed gleam,
so holy,
yet it rests,
in the eyes of a devil.

The blade it rests,
in you.
So powerful,
in the influence of a monstrosity.

The sacred,
words,
blade,
light.

I believed in them so,
yet they lead me to you,
the true essence of all there is,
the true essence of golden.