Disciple Mess

ticketed praying, though you saw a strange religion

there, cold blue-moon, sapphire night skies breezed

through hair strands, thick dusted memories, retched,

disgorged, beautiful Lucifer he has, me. Torn over

runners, possessed eyes al lit, sheathed in hatred 

she loves. doubled over saying prayers to a devil,

felt rife lava heats through red-gaze eyes

skimmed over lattice, veil lace beauty 

dying as she sheds, ice drops from ears

eager for words, her mind, devoid. And there

God's whisperers, try to sing, evil in ears

while you're empowered - lids fleck a 

weary dream's deed, of thoughtful menaces.. you'll throw harsh

punches peaking life mouthfuls of acid-spit, burnt brown, tint paper

re-allowing. so the same, come back and I'll say, she was there. Bent over

wishing riddance of her evil-love, her devilish loves, while sat surrounded, some may not have been, thousands, tens of, Christians. So much better, one demanding. She wished for death and protection, not that their knowledge, know. To whom she prayed, not even that girl, knew. faltering felicity, given up so long ago. Watering fonders, so profound, proud. Took nine long, shorter steps, through guards, by two. Where no one else that she need came, sorrow. Filled so high, no shortage, to where she'll f*****g return? one more time. Where was the one who knew, as purging remorse, remained.