Sunday, August 21, 2011

Babylonian Captivity

She painted my soul
With sorrow
She crucified my flesh
With pain
Tattooed my heart
With illusions
Made me her promises
Again and again
However the fear remained
And the lust was not enough
To overcome my tears
She stole my dreams
From my mind
Never could console
My brokenness
And then
The distrust was too great
For me to breathe
With any certainty
I stopped sleeping
For my life
Became ugly
To surrender my dreams
To a whore
Who stole my life
With her offers
Of bleeding love
Tainted seeds
Of hope
For what could never be
She was beautiful but
Her flesh was cold
Her lips black
Eyes staring into my soul
The Whore of Babylon
Rode into my life
Upon the back
Of a beast
And I followed her
Into oblivion’s hold