A Voice from the Flames

[billy]

I looked over your shoulder as you chose CDs,
your thin white fingers stroking the case
of an album depicting my face. is the orator famous?
Your hair was long and innocent,
my breath disturbed it like the wind
in a monastary garden, rich with what's alive.
I was there when your neighbour buggered his wife;
they grunted like my pigs when fed
the fingers of your darling kind, who can only scream. great 4 lines, could is the correct tense i think



I tapped on the windows of this very church,
and you thought I was just a dream,
lingering there on the old preacher's tongue,
when to an ageless God he sung.
Your music is wind in the caves of Hell,
your stadiums are my churches,
and all the faggotry of men, whose burning bright hair
resemble my flames, will doom you as well. the last 4 lines feel a little preachy but i still like the stanza.

i'm still trying to get a fix on this. it's obviously a dark piece, i can't decide whether he's a killer and he has her or wants her. is the an E in monastery? the images i the lower half of the 1st stanza are exemplary.
and i id enjoy the piece as whole even if i struggled with the understanding of it a little.

thanks for the read.