Keep Me in This Blessed Mind

Holy ravens, fear defined; kiss my cheek, keep me in line.

Thunder growling ‘cross the sky,

Crooning to me sick lullabies;

Struck by lightning, touched by god,

This skin is boiling; a bloody nod.

 

Wrists are breaking, bruises blooming,

Hungry souls for sedating;

Ravaged hearts; soul’s molest,

Men keep gouging, eyes depressed.

 

Haughty leaders, jaded signs,

Gunshots sounding; life's defined;

Hair on fire, melting thoughts,

Flowers wilting, moonlight moths.

Eating crystal, pools of vomit,

Know my name, I think I’ve seen it;

Crimson earth, now festered pus,

Come with me and taste my lust.

 

Lacerations through their souls,

Florid stark, no mundane goal;

Kiss my lips, do your worst;

Ears clamped over, tumors burst.

 

Cirque du Love and loath am I;

Raging blazes, murd’rous highs;

Holy ravens, fear defined;

Tie me to this blessed mind.

Author's Note

I lost the first version, AGAIN. Also: I HAVE A TERRIBLE HEADACHE.
Please think of 'Rage of Poseidon' by Apocalyptica when you read this.

Reviews

[Looouise]

"Thunder growling ‘cross the sky,
Crooning to me sick lullabies;" - I really love those first two lines, I think they paint a very powerful picture of imagery. I also think there's an amazing flow to this poem as well, it kind of reads as if it begins to heighten the atmosphere, or maybe that's how I read it. :] I think it's a very good write. :]

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Wow! This is awesome, such an amazing flow as well

[Vannah]

I love this. Really, I can imagine it all.