To stand on the edge
and free fall, backwards
into, out of, underneath
forever
embracing the darkness
deep in my heart
bedding the pain
screwing the hurt
just to be fucked
by the madness
I ask again
do you know?
what it's like
To stand
between Heaven & Hell
and not care
To be the lightning strike
To wield a flaming sword
To feel the serpent
crawling up your spine
To be the black-winged angel
Negro feathers on your pillow
the next morning I look to you-
Save Me-
but you've denied me thrice
and fallen asleep in the garden
I am the forgotten
christ.
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