The Devils TouchA Poem by Shaun PaytonSomething in the dark dwellings.
Inhaled chaos.
Exhaled a ghostly grief Digesting it would be too much. A dark euphoria wanders about this dreadful panic, it churns in the stomachs gutter and rises through, conquering the senses. Sweating out depressions corrosion of things that creep in. The slumber is over and I beg you dear, tie your merciful strings around my insecurities. Play a lullaby to soften the devils touch. Cover me as you will, a frantic lover begging for this creatures demise. A ripping in two, sew it up at the seams even though I'll speak in tongues. Why you haven't plunged a knife into me is a wonder of its own disturbance. You next there, with enlightened words Though I be obscene, you believe a power will seek the absurdity of this madness. It is not within my hands to wield evil weapons. You search that cross, unmask the red eyed hell 'You swallow needlessly upon the altar,' I spit out. This creeping recedes to lend you my method, A war you've waged for a conjuring of premise, 'I'm sorry Father, I let it in to execute the moral of the story.'
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Added on June 19, 2013Last Updated on June 19, 2013 AuthorShaun PaytonAboutPoetry is cool. Im 35 years old, been writing for about three years now. I find it to be a wonderful release of sights, emotions and inspirations. I make a living as a cook. I have a fascination with .. more..Writing
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