What here?
this twilight turns black!
What innocence remained in the blissful ignorance of this sin?
what dark spots blight the beautiful sky?
such clouds as to burst open into a downpour of rain like acid
Burning and stinging my flesh as it lands
Roll across s once blue sky to blemish the angelic face of the heavens
What here?
the sea is crimson!
What peace do those unforgiving waves hold for me?
What rest can i find in their darkest depths?
Such raging waters, yet so peaceful and still
I reach out to receive whatever gift they have for me
No forgiveness here; no cleansing
What here?
The days grow dark!
What stone veil of darkness surrounds my heart?
What clouds block the warm rays of the sun?
No more do they caress my skin
No! they burn and smolder me in my vulnerability
The joy turned to despair from my own guilty conscience
What here?
The fields are ablaze!
What? Is the promise ruined and burned away?
What once was pure and virtuous now savagely demolished
All in the name of greed that incinerates
What churns in this belly of mine?
The fire burns away my merits leaving naught but desolation
What here?
The mountains crumble!
To what pagan god do they bow?
Their strength is razed as they humble themselves
They submit willingly to this horrible lust for supremacy
In gaining strength, I've been weakened more so
What strength in the knees of a contrite king?
What here?
The rain is blood!
What? Let not this curse be bestowed on me
Wipe it quickly from my brow!
What constant deluge from the bloody clouds
Let not it touch my skin again
I burn from the inside out; my heart is alight!
What here?
The earth turns to cliffs!
What voice entices me to their very edge?
Far below the ocean waits with mouth agape
This, my sanity, is left behind as i reach out and embrace this fate
My fall is violent from the protrusion
As the blackness reaches out to greet me as a friend
What here?
The ocean is a troubled mind!
What crimson waters swallow me whole?
My impact generates turbulent ripples
The blackness of myself has engulfed me
It drags me down into the depths of my soul
Obliterating all assets left of my being
What here?
Fire burns my hands!
What raging internal flame is this that singes them so?
Look! See how they turn red!
Not red, no! crimson as blood. It is blood. Away, out spots out!
Stained! what? stained forever
My hands wet and crimson perpetually with the pifered life of the lamb
What here?
The sun sets red!
What lamb is sacrificed to a lion's greed?
An innocent is slain for the title that crowns his head
What deep gashes in hands and side of the sacrifice untainted in its virtue
Have been ripped and torn into the flesh
The paling cheeks speak as mine own failing heart
~Marissa Bent
29 May 2009
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