04-11-2020, 06:44 AM
Torture and temptation
The copper pot is strapped to my stomach
the rats inside can feel the flames
their gnawing is my only escape,
I want to break out of this skin.
Each day I feel them scratching,
a quiet need that cries like a child
trapped in a separate dimension,
only alive so the monster can feed.
I shouldn't have come here tonight
the leather straps are lay on the floor
the rats run free and there are no
disappointed faces to stop me.
I approach the confessional
and ask a stranger for forgiveness,
he wipes a glass and absolves me
of my sin's and so it begins, again.
The copper pot is strapped to my stomach
the rats inside can feel the flames
their gnawing is my only escape,
I want to break out of this skin.
Each day I feel them scratching,
a quiet need that cries like a child
trapped in a separate dimension,
only alive so the monster can feed.
I shouldn't have come here tonight
the leather straps are lay on the floor
the rats run free and there are no
disappointed faces to stop me.
I approach the confessional
and ask a stranger for forgiveness,
he wipes a glass and absolves me
of my sin's and so it begins, again.