ceremony
a war waged and forged
between
angels and demons in the morgue
the angels cry and take my eyes
the demons spit and rip off my penis
it's their problem now
demons take what's left of my worse thoughts
and the frown from my brow
angels cut me off at the wrists
desiring hands not fists
no violence allowed
my mind was amused by lust
teased yet tortured by my twisted realities
trust and love were the casualties
disguised in everything unjust
i am the captured and the caught
the bruised man choosing to be self taught
my fractured heart falls apart
and lies in pieces on the floor
wild dogs howl awaiting the scraps by the door
my legs are torn open
split like sticks and broken
i can never run away
i've been the script on the bridge
and the "i hate you" notes on the fridge
more angels take my arms
for they cherish the hugs i've held
unprecedented and unparalleled
are not these sins
but in the end
i have still made my bed...in hell
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