f**k and whip me
take my breath away,
kill me
grand murder.
Scare these solemn scars
and weave them into a morgue utopia,
a reflection vile,
another fine day for the dying switch
to trap my codeine epilogue
in savage gardens of heretic limbo.
Deathfanglorious!
But do it in the quiet night
when heartbeat is in its infancy.
Glass vain kidneys,
abuse the weakened flesh
and hold my loving, cruel heart
in skull hands.
A white ego
stoned in slumber cells,
these poor cadaverous leftovers
left for real this time.
Welcome an evil side,
prayer returned to sender
just sympathise...
© Steven Francis poems 2013
@ Steven Francis 2011
