This Life And Thereafter
For every one I have killed, I have killed the heart of two,
and taken the hand
of the most Sinister Man – his Red Blood has turned mine Blue;
and, no, I did not whisper under breath, or breath into his ear,
I simply looked through
a man, maybe two, who’s soul had smothered in fear.
I am satisfied! I am satisfied, as I swim throughout their ashes.
I feel their bones,
their dangerous undertones, then my Blue blood flickers and flashes.
Now, I know I am Queen of Sinister things;
this life, and, thereafter!
Posted on October 5, 2013, in Poetry and tagged becoming evil, death, Demons, evil, experience, fear, good and bad, Good vs. Evil, insanity, journal, life, Madness, manipulation, Mental Health, Poem, poetry, sin, spirituality, Succumbing, the devil, women, women vs. men, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.