Poetry from the Heart of Darkness

ALL POETRY © SEAN MULLIGAN. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 

99 lives and skin like knives
eyes afire with dark desire
claws of iron to tear out my soul
whispering serpent adorned with jewels
golden-horned merchant, procession of fools
surround my body to tear out my soul
hold me down now, take it slow
breaks apart like new-fallen snow
let me feel the pain again and again
carve out my eyes and hold them high
let me see your molten body descend
and know this is the end
raise me up, thresh my body
in this howling wind
let the ritual begin
let me feel your molten body descend
and know this is
the end

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