Charred Liberty
This poem has inspiration roots in 'My Sweet Prince' and 'Allergic (to thoughts of Mother Earth)' by Placebo. But I like to think of it as a completely original piece. Any likeness to anything you have previously read is entirely coincidental.
This poem was written to describe the way Jessi stands above James and what she and Jessibelle have done to him. It's written from Jessi's point of view, and like the Placebo I drew from, it is a sexual poem.
There's something inside of me that knows it was me
It was me that danced upon your mouth like the sun
It was me that struggled from your wounds
And seeped from your pores
There is something in the middle of me that opens up
And makes me sedate just like your metal tears have
There is something behind the emerald eyes
And it binds me to your flesh
I thought I smelt something when I passed over you
And perhaps the acrid scent of her stains your breath
But it was me that climbed aboard you
And I went down with the ship
I know it is her film of poison that I taste on your skin
Because if it was me the nectar of God would be yours
I was the one who always stood above you
And it will be the death of me
I can hear you screaming as your shell hits the floor
Forsaken as it occurs every second night I'm with you
I was the one who promised it all to you
And I was the one who lied
I would wipe all of the blood dragons away from you
Because they do naught but defile your tourniquet
The unclean vision in white and gold
And it died because of me
There is nothing I do that can close the hole she left
But I have poured my acidic salt upon your wounds
As though it transpired for me alone
And I would do it all again
There is no charred liberty like a lasting slow release
But to be corrupted by that is the final wish on my list
I touched it for you but for me it cried
And then I watched it die
The End
I know a lot of people don't understand what I am doing or perhaps what I have become, but I write like this now because everything is wrong.
