A different sort of poem..
A Broken Four-Letter Word
Likened to a roaring fire,
Overwhelmed and escaped the hinges of it’s cage.
Viper you are disenchanted,
Emotions that I had for you are lost, and all I have left is Hate.
Surrender
"Come hither," It says,
slithering it's way under my flesh.
"Embrace me," It whispers tantalizingly,
Serpent coils wrapping around my heart as my pulse quickens.
A fire lights upon my skin in a tingling rush,
and my mind becomes entangled.
"Don't be afraid," It says as I struggle weakly,
"I will not hurt you."
All the while entrenching it's talons deep within my flesh.
"There will be no more fear,
No more doubt," It promises.
"You will have no more pain.
Embrace me."
"Embrace me.." It urges more desperately.
I am sinking...
Sinking, deep into this warm, primal essence.
Streamers of red surround my vision,
I move to scream, but it is slow, languid, already half-gone.
Clawed hands grasp at the empty air,
My eyes are already rolled back in pleasure,
As a dry tongue tries to wet parched lips to speak.
A strangled whisper escapes my mouth at last,
"Who are you?" I wonder.
But my mind is already lost,
My heavy eyelids are slitted open, helpless to watch,
Yet I relish in the weight being lifted from my shoulders.
The heat in my belly burns down my limbs,
Igniting them,
Encased forever in eternal surrender to this power.
A sweet and sticky syrup that pours down my throat,
Quenches my thirst,
Awakens me to powerful, unstoppable longings.
I could move the world, I think.
"No pain," I whisper in wonderment.
"No pain," It agrees.
"Who are you?" I ask again.
"I am you," It says.
Brows knit together in confusion,
"I am your greatest wish,
Your deepest, forbidden desire.
I am everything you wished to be, yet chose not to."
"I do not understand," I admit to the voice softly caressing my ears.
"You will see," It whispers without concern.
"You will see..." It says no more,
Simply pulsing through my body with delicious abandon.
Already I am wallowing in the warmth that surrounds me,
I am swimming in ecstasy,
Rejoicing at last in the escape from my agonies,
The cruelties of life and circumstance, no longer haunt me.
I am free!
It burned away the cobwebs of fear and doubt from my mind,
Just as it promised.
I see with new eyes,
My enemies to be slaughtered,
The sword already in my hand.
But oh, it burns still!
It burns, and it burns, ever hotter just under the skin.
It scorches my insides with unbearable heat,
A furnace in my heart, it throbs it's way through my loins,
Aching with need unsatisfied.
Shaking, swollen, vibrating, entranced.
The hilt is melted, fused in place to my hand.
"I know you!" My mind screams,
Reeling backwards as I try to shake it off,
Frantic with the weapon in my hand.
"I told you.." It breathes, ever patient,
Ever seductive in it's calm surrender.
"Stop fighting me.."
The Voice is gentle, the slow rocking of the ocean,
It lulls the fight from my arms.
"Yes..." I breathe, enraptured.
At last I see, limp from intoxication I float on the waves.
"Yes, you know me.." It whispers finally,
Settling into the hollow of my bruised and weary heart,
As it at last opens up,
Like a gateway into a forbidden castle, to Embrace Hatred.
Likened to a roaring fire,
Overwhelmed and escaped the hinges of it’s cage.
Viper you are disenchanted,
Emotions that I had for you are lost, and all I have left is Hate.
Surrender
"Come hither," It says,
slithering it's way under my flesh.
"Embrace me," It whispers tantalizingly,
Serpent coils wrapping around my heart as my pulse quickens.
A fire lights upon my skin in a tingling rush,
and my mind becomes entangled.
"Don't be afraid," It says as I struggle weakly,
"I will not hurt you."
All the while entrenching it's talons deep within my flesh.
"There will be no more fear,
No more doubt," It promises.
"You will have no more pain.
Embrace me."
"Embrace me.." It urges more desperately.
I am sinking...
Sinking, deep into this warm, primal essence.
Streamers of red surround my vision,
I move to scream, but it is slow, languid, already half-gone.
Clawed hands grasp at the empty air,
My eyes are already rolled back in pleasure,
As a dry tongue tries to wet parched lips to speak.
A strangled whisper escapes my mouth at last,
"Who are you?" I wonder.
But my mind is already lost,
My heavy eyelids are slitted open, helpless to watch,
Yet I relish in the weight being lifted from my shoulders.
The heat in my belly burns down my limbs,
Igniting them,
Encased forever in eternal surrender to this power.
A sweet and sticky syrup that pours down my throat,
Quenches my thirst,
Awakens me to powerful, unstoppable longings.
I could move the world, I think.
"No pain," I whisper in wonderment.
"No pain," It agrees.
"Who are you?" I ask again.
"I am you," It says.
Brows knit together in confusion,
"I am your greatest wish,
Your deepest, forbidden desire.
I am everything you wished to be, yet chose not to."
"I do not understand," I admit to the voice softly caressing my ears.
"You will see," It whispers without concern.
"You will see..." It says no more,
Simply pulsing through my body with delicious abandon.
Already I am wallowing in the warmth that surrounds me,
I am swimming in ecstasy,
Rejoicing at last in the escape from my agonies,
The cruelties of life and circumstance, no longer haunt me.
I am free!
It burned away the cobwebs of fear and doubt from my mind,
Just as it promised.
I see with new eyes,
My enemies to be slaughtered,
The sword already in my hand.
But oh, it burns still!
It burns, and it burns, ever hotter just under the skin.
It scorches my insides with unbearable heat,
A furnace in my heart, it throbs it's way through my loins,
Aching with need unsatisfied.
Shaking, swollen, vibrating, entranced.
The hilt is melted, fused in place to my hand.
"I know you!" My mind screams,
Reeling backwards as I try to shake it off,
Frantic with the weapon in my hand.
"I told you.." It breathes, ever patient,
Ever seductive in it's calm surrender.
"Stop fighting me.."
The Voice is gentle, the slow rocking of the ocean,
It lulls the fight from my arms.
"Yes..." I breathe, enraptured.
At last I see, limp from intoxication I float on the waves.
"Yes, you know me.." It whispers finally,
Settling into the hollow of my bruised and weary heart,
As it at last opens up,
Like a gateway into a forbidden castle, to Embrace Hatred.