the author of this poet, an inspiration before my eyes.
Nail my palms to the cross as this crucifixion has begun,
suffocate my soul with the weaving of your tongue.
Climb my vertebrae to the center of my core then,
place your broken halo on my organs as I beg for more.
Lacerate the edges of my sanity with powerful words you speak.
I thirst for your poison, you controlling my every peak.
Interlace my veins with yours pierce my heart with your grip.
Descend down my breasts on the river of blood that I sip.
Persecute me to your dungeon where I will always lay,
smother my will, as devotion to you I will forever stay.
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