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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1462668
All hope must sicken and die.


Heaven Shunned


Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always damned, always lost,
frozen here,
waiting.

Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my naked soul.

Terror on a deathless face.

I raise my head,
now defying
this uncaring salvation.
My heart cries no more.
Subdued I screech a banshee's song,
It's blaspheme kindling your tarnished holy writ.
Let your tears fall on me God, scar my flesh.

All faith must fester
and become
malign.

Let your spirit ride heaven's beams of light.
On sin's flashing rays of putrid dust.

Speak God from a fouled sinister mouth.

I cry when you bend towards this forgotten chamber.
The weight of your wickedness
smothering me.
Demons shudder
at your perverted reflection.

You look apon me God, and masturbated.
Those deathless faces shunned in heaven watching.
Knowing I am lost,
damned~
but not forgotten in this timeless chamber.

Staring before me on my folded bloody knees,
I shiver as robed servants play with me.
I see heaven in blackened enlightment.

Will I ever be saved?
I cry as all hope sickens and dies.






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