To Die Upon the Soul

by Jemma   Mar 29, 2007


In your thunderous, neglected contempt and mirth
Utters of pain and past torment renewed
Crosses we bear, clung across our pale chests
To die upon the soul, to be born upon the soul

In solemn, forbidden oath we spread our arms
Like pale wings, preparing for prophesied flight
As we fall, as one, into the cavernous shadows
Together, we fade. Surrender it all

We listen as our heartbeats fill the room
We watch, as a knife is unsheathed
And we stare as it traces our palms
And in blood, so we swear, we are yours

Sacrificial towards our bodies, so we may stand unaffected
Belonging not to ourselves
So that we might live the remains of this life
Without the hesitancy that guilt affords

The oppressing air, foreign to me, chokes me and binds me
My gaze does not falter from the outline of my wrong transgressions
A nightmarish dream of forgotten importance
Memory ignites but can provide no true remembrance

The wait is heavy on out hearts
With our last words, our last free breaths
We sell ourselves to this sorrow
For the untoward advances of a demonic host

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