Love Potion

It's all too perfect sounding, like a noose around the neck. I hold the book close to me, and swear to God, that I will be denied the ultimate test. The room closes in around the sound of fallen rain upon the ones bent to their knees upon the ground. But she, she has a power unlike the others. She is unbeatable, perhaps frayed and torn--she wasn't born perfect and within her is an imperfect universe.

Rage fuels a poisonous will to burn--to save the evil doers- the polluted martyrs, holy murderers. and psychotic killers. Schizophrenic saviors who lost their faith and hope. For while Maria ties a knot in the rope, Xkrist is smoking dope. When will the poet outwit all the evil ones? Hidden beneath the canopy under hemlock and white pine, they divine their black sorcery sowing silver pinprick stitches.

When will there be a place for those who weren't meant to break out of their own box, who tore off their comfort for a realm misunderstood.

Crawl back to your prison in shock, crawl on your wounded knees, left out from within, demanding answers break the silence voice the demons find your angels dressed in satin. I want to bathe in the blood of lust, of war, I want to clothe myself in the emotions of prostitutes and addicts and whores. I want the sinner's sex, I want to burn the hatred out from his veins.

I will cut with this knife until the truth is unveiled. I will scream like the rain. I am not allowing myself to breathe their hurricanes. I'm being controlled again. Upheld. Unfolded. Redeamed and overwhelmed. I am, fucked up. a slave. I break systems, I turn each page in these revolutions. Idealistic in my engineered ideas, somehow no one noticed that I was amidst the stars of a world unseen.

He covered my face with his hand, but in his eyes I saw tears of reservation. I love him, but I beg him to play with me, to untangle my mind and unravel this wicked perspiration. Sometimes I wonder about his secrets. The ones you can't tell anyone, but that I dwell when the night is thick and I am worn out from being defeated again. I'd whisper, "rape me. murder me" take the pulse from this heart. He won't rip me apart, no matter how I wished he would. I start wishing for something blue.

How much did I love him, if only he understood the truth. He whispers I love you, and he sees me burst at the seams. I am a star and he is the liquid I inhale, the vapor hiss as I inhale and exhale --I wonder what it would be to be forever and ever again. He pulled off the mask, with fear in his eyes- He lifts me up when I am low, and I'm still burning so bright with my passionate disguise.

Our love like a movie, ending in slow motion. I love him dearly enough to have him drink a love potion.