Fallen

Kill me with your words

Slice open this alabaster shell; tear up the epidermis of sin

Curse these angel’s eyes to weep as I walk with the steps of a dead man

To my execution, to the final kiss of the silver axe

The whip falls, outlining my spine

I cry out and God looks at me

His eyes filled with judgment

And I watch myself fall

Reflected in His eyes again.

The night clings like a shadow over my window

Seeking my withered eye to blink

I lie here in a bed of nails

Watching the blood slither to the floor

Like Eve’s beloved snake

In little streams of calligraphy

Drying up the colour of cherry wood.

My existence carries on as I lie in blissful agony

I’ve fallen deep into the world, into my own shade of Dante’s Inferno

Where the circles of hell reverberate upon these walls

To the fitful beat of my pulse.

Dawn sleeps and night reigns

This kingdom of dancing crows

Of jeering demons

Of crowns made of lilies

And robes of rose petals

Charred by hell’s possessive tongue

Is mine.

They wait for me to fly

With broken wings, torn feathers

I’ve fallen from grace

I meet your eyes

And long for the kiss that shall end me.