They Keep A Secret Room for You in Hell

You let my blood flow forth into the Earth. At the end of days, await the final reckoning.

I am not.
You have hidden me with your face.
The Earth cries out,
my acid essence—sullied by your treason—
seeps into her heart. 

 

It is the night that claims me,
lulling, hushing,
protecting,
hovering above me,
a plate of steel that binds me
from an afflictive world.

 

The burning light, punctured
by the piping sun
that sings of endless days to come,
it grabs at you,
burns you
until there is nothing left to burn.

 

The end of days:
you hear me
singing harmonies of sorrow.
Penance for all the times I came undone
in the world where my blood you spilt
ran forth like seasoned spring.
I hold a prayer on my tongue
and when I speak, it darts away,
light as souls ascending.

 

I listen to your howling,
taunting my distress
between curses—blasphemies uttered
by tortured lambs in Hell.
You have prepared for it well.

 

We turn away
and I look back,
but you disappear like smoke.

 

Ahead of me, the haunting heavens,
a sweeping stream that floats
and drowns,
winding gently about my mind.

 

The Lost Eden,
it reaches out to me again.

Author's Note

*whew!* This one is much better than my last one, I think. It's, of course, about a killer and his victim... justice ensues.