I am the noose
of your oblivion.
Hang like the puppet
twitching as you choke.
On self.
I am the crown
worn on the cross.
INRI
Bleed deeply
from my barbed kiss
as your eyelids
like blinded beggars
hide the world outside.
Tongue swollen by lies
protrudes
salivating mendacity.
Dance my little marionette
plough the field of barren seed
dig shallow
the grave of cremation.
Where ashes hang by strings
that fill the throat
of your last goodbye.
Author notes
Artist credit: http://smygol.deviantart.com/art/The-last-court-45593761
A contest entry
- Abstract Art Inspired.... by jcat.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An awesome trip through your disturbia!! Thank you for a stellar entry
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Wow what a stunning write
This is so so sad and you amazing imagery so vivid. Just wonderful!
All the best in the contest
Gaylene
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so i sense of flair of Deism here. All hail the puppetmaster of feigned benevolency..lol dig it BNarc, good luck in the contest.
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