Serenade

Close your eyes and look upon me

Shut your lips and taste the sea

Hear it call, break not the fall

Tear your skin and feel them all

 

Light the fire to warm the flames

Do not mind our wicked little games

Sink your teeth into the Sun

Heed not the pulling trigger of our gun

 

Breathe in the beautifully blooming bud

Make haste, let us not waste

One precious, precious drop of your blood

Have another taste while so sweetly laced

 

Light the fire to warm the flames

Do not mind our wicked little games

Sink your teeth into the Sun

Heed not the pulling trigger of our gun

 

Close your eyes and look upon me

Shut your lips and taste the sea

Hear it call, break not the fall

Tear your skin and feel it all

 

Sway now, scream now, smile now

Slower, harder, wider as you bow

Breathe in, break in, cut in

Mirror their brightly beating sin

 

Light the fire to warm the flames

I will not mind your wicked little games

Sink my teeth into the Sun

Heed not the pulling trigger of my gun

 

Against my head, in my bed, as I lay dead

Nothing more to say, nothing more to be said

Through my aching, shaking, breaking

Wet from all the sweat of their puppet making

 

Watch now, the sparkle of the spire

Watch now, the crackle of the choir

Hear now, the flicker of the fire

Hear now, the shining of the sire

 

As I mirror your brightly beating sin

You breathe me in, break me in, cut me in

Slower, harder, wider as we bow

As we sway now, scream now, smile now

 

 

 

Author's Note

poem companion to a few chapters in one of my stories called Providence. :) The main character in the story gets held captive and attempts at controlling her take place through physical, emotional and psychological torture. The piece is supposed to portray her mind falling into their hands and in the end, they win.

Hope you like it. Thought the title was fitting and ironic, as i tend to make some of my titles. Let me know what you think :)