Blazing,
Burning,
My flesh crackles,
As swine skin on the stolen day.
Artificial smell,
Artificial soul,
Fills my lungs,
Choking my senses.
Depressed waft,
Grates me like knives.
My wings crack,
Upon the water’s ire.
Scornful dying,
In the red sky;
Fire’s fill my eyes,
Blinding my mind.
Scornful air,
Thorns in my body,
Overwhelms my legs,
Broken upon the tables.
The fake amusement,
Awakens the fervour within my heart.
Blood pours from my pupils,
As I look upon their soon forgotten monuments.
Their pillars,
Their accursed stone.
The stolen flesh,
Of the trampled Goddess.
Forgive me,
Oh birds of black,
For I break in your call.
Raven of the buried mind.
Suppressed hands,
Reach for my breast,
As the beak of the crow,
Calls for the murder.
I am lost,
In the fog of the scornful sea.
Sea of all that I hate.
Sea of all that hates me.
The gods have forgotten me.
I am accursed as the stolen stone.
As salt water of their making fills my lungs.
Drowning in the char,
I am a phoenix’s pierced heart.
I rise from the ash,
And fall into my bloodied hair.
Crack my heart,
Smash my skull.
Eat my bones,
Drink my blood.
Again.
When you found me,
I wasn't lost.
You stole me,
And made me rot.
Slit my throat,
Let goats bleed,
Carved my face,
Freed. At last,
From your chains,
I walk away,
With solar fury,
In her mind;
She sucked from the,
Marrow of life.
Thunder ate at,
My heart.
You murdered the dead,
You birthed my living.
Eating my heart,
Eating my heart.
Upon the day,
The sun went red.
All the eyes of the forgotten dead,
Screamed in the pain of your horrible grace,
Burning their flesh in your name.
When it is over. You,
Will be tried.
When I am over,
You will be alone.
When the day comes.
Remember my cries.
Remember my warnings.
Remember.
Eating my heart.
Eating my heart.
When your mouth broke the water,
You cried so loud it burned my ears.
Your biting sound,
Destroyed my soul.
Black beaked child,
From wine-dark ink.
I love your origin,
But you ripped by face,
Asunder from its home.
My skull was your chalice,
My heart was your bread.
My mind was your whetstone,
My body was your dead.
When the gloomy rocks smashed upon my head,
I felt the burning cries of childbirth,
In my eyes. In my heart.
In my ears. In my soul.
Your genesis tore me from my home.
Your mouth called me from my life.
In your fresh grace, I was broke.
