• ~Thorn

    It falls like rain
    From your conceited throat
    Slit and open; now and forever.
    It rains from your wrists,
    Your arms,
    From the beautiful artistry
    Of slashes
    That cover your body.
    It rains from the gashes
    Of the thorns,
    Wrapping ever tighter,
    Digging into your mangle flesh.
    The beautiful art
    That is your broken body
    Lying on a bed of fresh snow,
    A beautiful morbid mixture
    Of red and white.
    It will rain for eternity,
    I will be sure of it.
    For this is my retribution,
    Of the terrible sins
    Against my person.
    While I am up in heaven,
    You will burn in Hell.
    Because no peace comes to demons
    Slashed to pieces and stitched in thorns.
    I am your Hell,
    While you are my heaven.
    You are mine.
    Your words, curses, and prayers
    All mine.
    I won’t force you to speak to me,
    You can’t actually,
    So twisted are the thorns,
    So deep the slashes.
    I will pray for you then,
    So great am I.
    “Our Father, who art in Heaven,
    Hallowed be thy name..”
    Twisting with each word,
    The thorns go ever deeper.
    “…Thy Kingdom come,
    Thy will be done,
    On Earth as it is in Heaven…”
    This is His will,
    Don’t you understand?
    Another twitch, another pain.
    “…And give us this day,
    Our daily bread…”
    You are my bread,
    My sustenance.
    “…And forgive us our trespasses,
    As we forgive those
    Who trespass against us…”
    I will forgive you,
    Once you ask it of me.
    But you cannot speak,
    For I will not let you.
    “…And lead us not into temptation,
    But deliver us from evil…”
    You think me evil?
    No, I think I am not,
    So you think I am not.
    “…Amen.”
    The thorns tighten,
    Your soul leaves, floats away,
    But is eaten by the thorns.
    I laugh,
    As I give myself to them
    So I may be with you forever.
    Because I am yours,
    And you are mine,
    For eternity.