Unholy Man

By Wem Ortiz

And my pain never thought about love.

cause those words are intended for you

it's so divine that my words  said to be true

but, then your replies sats down and becomes separated to 

like of those Rep, a ribbed woven cloth 

and the half of it was left for lies 

the age of kings and queens are at its demise, 

in which truth becomes an eye for those fools

you dethroned your king and chosen Lancelot over Arthur,

you've cut the hair of Samson

you betrayed Jesus with Judas,

you have stabbed my Cesar shouted at you et tu brute!

and my Cesar fell with no hopes, to the floor 

he was buried with doubts in a troubled grounds

how I wish time would not fail me, 

but time continuously walks as my era was left behind

I enjoy the pain gradually shaking my spine

I enjoy my bones growing in to shape 

with the horns elevating out of my skull

i enjoy these eyes visualizing I have left for you

no, i hated this eyes burning as you left me through

I hated my hands touching the grail I just hate it,

I hated everything, in tears I realize my time has failed

now it is back the way my laughter has once been
it has become evil as it could get

the melted rock was forming its shape

the breathing ways has extensively change

as the smoke in-hails slowly through the veins

the demons lurks through its desperate caves

I am slowly I was becoming who I was before that halted when you came

it has been instilled, it was the same.

like those books of  Librorum Prohibitorum that were ban

I guess that is how I become an unholy man. 

Reviews

[Mosunmola Adeniyi]

Nice poem dear! I love the flow

[Wem Ortiz]

thank you very much madame ! :)