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note: To my dearest inspiration, Kris. Quand tu viendras à Melbourne tu auras une chambre à toi
garden of gethsemane
by schuyler
In this house
Of tainted memories
Sorrow seeps from boarded-up rooms
Drowning in Itself
As the animal lust
Takes hold -
Captures the sweat-glistened
Bodies and stokes the fire which
Blazes from within
Whilst brittle flesh
Continuously bends and molds
To the unyielding touch -
Because we were made of gossamer:
Suckling (hungrily) from a
Foliage haven
Time has descended
Upon this house; night
Has enveloped us
In Her grasp,
Bleeding into those creases
Unable to be ironed out
By the delicate petals
That lie scattered
In the vicinity of the newfound
Territory
You have recently marked
Purely as your own
[ I cried
Because you could not tell
The difference
Between temptation
And desire ]
Like the Garden of
Gethsemane,
Exposed like Judas
Sin drips
Innocently from your staff
As betrayal cloaks me
Just as thickly,
Suffocating guilt
That has been
Corrupted by necessity -
Irrevocable, but it was needed
To be done;
No net ensnares me now -
And in this house
One flame has been extinguished
Yet illuminating
The path for another to
Burn anew
05.28.00 | 01:25:30
© schuyler « skrytinn@visir.is »
note: To my dearest inspiration, Kris. Quand tu viendras à Melbourne tu auras une chambre à toi
garden of gethsemane
by schuyler
In this house
Of tainted memories
Sorrow seeps from boarded-up rooms
Drowning in Itself
As the animal lust
Takes hold -
Captures the sweat-glistened
Bodies and stokes the fire which
Blazes from within
Whilst brittle flesh
Continuously bends and molds
To the unyielding touch -
Because we were made of gossamer:
Suckling (hungrily) from a
Foliage haven
Time has descended
Upon this house; night
Has enveloped us
In Her grasp,
Bleeding into those creases
Unable to be ironed out
By the delicate petals
That lie scattered
In the vicinity of the newfound
Territory
You have recently marked
Purely as your own
[ I cried
Because you could not tell
The difference
Between temptation
And desire ]
Like the Garden of
Gethsemane,
Exposed like Judas
Sin drips
Innocently from your staff
As betrayal cloaks me
Just as thickly,
Suffocating guilt
That has been
Corrupted by necessity -
Irrevocable, but it was needed
To be done;
No net ensnares me now -
And in this house
One flame has been extinguished
Yet illuminating
The path for another to
Burn anew
05.28.00 | 01:25:30
© schuyler « skrytinn@visir.is »
