The Contract
Tears roll down as I begin to sign
Sign a contract set in stone.
Blood for ink, scribes with hammers and nails –pain unbearable, I bite on sin that enters my mouth. Oh, the true gall that fills me with bitter hatred, sorrow, shame, empty ecstasy, a sheer drop into a big, black hole. Screams couldn't cover the harsh shrieks of evil vacuuming my insides. Bearing the world as Atlas of old, I cry out to Father—winds of hot fury slap my face. Eyelids lift burdens like heave stones. My eyes meet their faces, my love—the reason for this decision—my contract. Sighing, I give in. Blood, words, life are my signature,
"It is finished"