A/N Guys... I don't even know anymore. My muse just seems to enjoy running away and then coming back with this crap. Just, go with it? Anyway, I was just writing out random stuff 'cause I couldn't be bothered to pay attention in college, and my English teacher's boring as hell. This is a product of that boredom. Also, I'm procrastinating, and avoiding actually doing my french homework. So, is this a brain-vomit? Yeah, pretty much. I hope you guys like it anyway. :) ~Sammy
To our savior and our damnation
Walk on water, walk on wine,
Wear your crown, circle of spikes,
Live forever- my bloody and
My broken boy-king.
This thorny forest, dark and red,
It's your kingdom, your empire,
These torn and rusted barbs and wires,
They are our damned redemption.
And your jar, of clay, and
Of tears and laughter,
It's burning a hole in my pocket,
It's melting in my hands.
So you'll twirl that blade in your hands,
That blade I gave to you, entrusted,
And you'll slice and hack and battle your way,
through Light and Dark and Doubt.
We've screamed and wailed and lost-
Our humanity, our will- for you, and only you.
And we will fall to out knees, and we will pray,
For you can save us, free us, redeem us, forgive.
My bloody and my broken boy-king,
Lift us up with your arms of iron,
Of salt and holy water and exorcism,
Release us, and be my savior.
A/M Yay! Creepy-ass poem about demons and intense imagery and metaphors and shit! Do you hate me right now? Leave a review, and let me know what you think. Reviews mean my Muse is more likely to do something like this again! :) ~Sammy
