The Assassin, Mouth

 

My mechanical limbs motion murders

bones stretching and snapping

all to break the bonds of blood

I’ve shared with politics, w****s, hypocrites

I do hate me

 

My crosses, I’ve kicked them all down,

but first I nudged yours

like broken soldiers, they lied above my occupied grave

I picked them back up,

without the gut to reinstate them

I do hate me

 

All the access I’ve been denied

I’ve avoided your gates

even when they are open wide,

overflowing, spilling to the brink with so many arms

should I even try trust with you?

I do hate me

 

You’ve humiliated me

still doing as you please,

I am the filth on that browned nose of yours

use what I have given you,

unwillingly, unwillingly

drag as many as you can under those grimy sheets

go ahead, promise them a commitment

I do hate me

 

These lips of mine

vomit over-honesty

my drunken words of poetry spill out

I’ve killed so many with these fumbling muscles

I still can’t keep these eerie noises in

I do hate me

 

Shoot me down now

I am the one of seven hills

I am the assassin, I’ve killed our God

I am the mouth

I am the moth, fluttering about your bulb

I am the witness, I have lips

shoot me down now, before I use them again.

    

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Wow, strong and at the same time elusive. I found that it brought an image of those who live souly to steal information from one person and feed it to their enemies.
An assasin and a spy are brought to mind here. Yet at the same time, I could see this as a large religious or corporate entity that steals the souls of it's flocks a little bit at a time.

Nice Piece.
Aaron

[R.S. Wilder]

Gees. I kept thinking about the Catholic church - very well done!!!

[Sound]

This is an interesting poem. Words are easily spoken, but impossible to take back.

[Legion]

Sounds almost like you might be speaking of the catholic church. I do so like this. Very well written. Deadly in its accuracy. Great work.