flame

Flame

My soul like the flame that flickers in and out
Dances here and there
Bounding and leaping
Jolting and crashing against barbed wire
Longing, aching to be set free
To soar far above
Beyond these blood and chains which hold it down
Hold me down and run your mouth across my mouth
Along my neck, so hot and sticky
So foul and rancid
I take on your stench of ashes
Yes I suppose I’m your little whore
Now that you’ve left your mark of darkness
And a smell that never leaves
How could I know with the mind of a child
I cried when there was no one there to hear
It was then that my soul learned the dance of blood and wire
Tears and fire
I had no voice except to paint with razor blades
The terror with my blood
Now you read the story on my wrists
Like the rings of a tree
Spiraling downward and inward
Where the heart lies stone cold and sleeping
For fear the evil touch or kiss
Like that of the dead to put the living in their grave
Blood and wire, tears and fire
Downward spirals laced with terror
You grate your mouth across my lips
So hot and sticky
So foul and rancid
You run your fingers through my hair
And the tears pour down like rain
Smash the bottles and roll around in the glass
Glorious cleansing blood
It flows in rivers down my arms, my legs
The Virgin Herself was never more pure
My soul like the flame that flickers in and out
Dances here and there
Bounding and leaping
Jolting and crashing against barbed wire
My soul like the flame
That flickers
out