Lately, I’m burning outside my window and your words flail against my skin like a demons whip. Why not today? Double-sided people fully encircle me in opium psychosis excising the ether with samurai slices and white lotus flowers. Drifting in darkness and swimming in shadow I cruise the gutters seeking my selfish desires. Anything, to quench this insatiable thirst; anything to end this misery.
I’m the priest inside your head. You fall to your knees from your traitor’s chair. Praise the end and damn the beginning.
I’m just another ray from the sun flashing through space as quick as I please with angelic grace and beautiful blood-shot eyes.
Don’t worry, it can’t be repaired, but you can be spared the secrets you keep. Your sleep makes no sense; so filled with innocent disgrace.
The pages turn and something other than words are read. Something ethereal and between the lines like a wisp of smoke on a breeze it has me, and then, it’s gone. Nothing could be further from the truth than what’s in my head and it makes me cry.
My sermons preach what you know to be true. You need to hear it over and over again so you will know who you are. The message beats in time with everything you find. Beauty is all around, but you do not see impudent evidence of resistance. Your crimes will be found out.
Hysterical screams from the horror within begin again. On a bed of rocks I make my confession. Stuttered verses from memory escape from cracking parchment lips. The priest had that new book kind of smell as he administered my last sacrilegious rites. Bleeding from every pore, it’s too late for promises.
The source of ignition to this situation lies with your ruin in the cold moonlight. Now you see with clairvoyant sight,
there is no making it right…
Author notes
Prompt: He had that new book kind of smell; you turn the pages and something other than words has you crying.
I took some liberties with the prompt and broke it up. Wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Hope that's ok. If not, just delete the prose, 'K?
A contest entry
- Prose Prompt ; by Hell In Harmony.
300 points, ended January 12, 2008, 10 entries
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Lately, I’m burning outside my window and your words flail against my skin like a demons whip. Why not today? Double-sided people fully encircle me in opium psychosis excising the ether with samurai slices and white lotus flowers
Holy Shit.
That was a lot to handle. In a good way.
I’m the priest inside your head. You fall to your knees from your traitor’s chair. Praise the end and damn the beginning.
Omg. This all so dam good
I’m just another ray from the sun flashing through space as quick as I please with angelic grace and beautiful blood-shot eyes.
Each line keeps getting better
Extraordinary images
Hysterical screams from the horror within begin again. On a bed of rocks I make my confession. Stuttered verses from memory escape from cracking parchment lips. The priest had that new book kind of smell as he administered my last sacrilegious rites. Bleeding from every pore, it’s too late for promises.
Ending was great
Little rhymes here and there
Great.
Poem. fantastic. Thank you so much and goodluck
Kat
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Thank you, Daughter
For your comments and honorable mention 
I truly appreciate your insight. This was a challenge to write and I'll try to do better next time
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