Our SuicideA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hStanding at the altar I know who the sacrifice will be. Yes, my love your blood will spill, And next will be me. But first we’ll light the candles, To create an eerie glow. The lighting will be perfect Turned down so low. Then I’ll fill our glasses with wine, Your favourite flavour. And each drop we drink, We intend to savour. The skies turn black, The clouds shed blood. Down on our altar The rain begins to flood. Drenched to the skin We know the time is now. And so we kneel before the altar, Our heads lowered in a bow. We say a silent prayer to the gods Praying our soul to keep, As we drift off slowly Into our endless sleep. Raising our heads one last time To look up at the sky, We relish in the thought That this is our time to die. The blade glides effortlessly Right through our skin. Blood spills over our arms, It must be a mortal sin. And with the poison pulsing through our veins We know the time is near. So cuddle up here on the altar beside me, Come die with me, my dear. Copyright©JosieWentzel17October2008
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1 Review Added on October 18, 2008 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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