Musings from the Left Side

Short Stories & Poetry


Necrophilia

Our moment is now forever
This time it will last
You have repented
And I have forgiven you of your past

You tore my soul
And razed my mind
To see her holding you
Loving what was mine

Your laughter broke
The strings of mandolin heart
Your cruelty knew no bounds
As my world shattered apart

Raped of innocence and hope
Raped my being cried for release
In razors crimson edge
I sought my pain to ease

Scars upon scars
I faced her on that dark eve
Pain upon pain
And tore from her what she tore from me

Nailed to my bedroom wall
To show you that which you adore
Was in fact unworthy of you
Only a Madonna clad whore

I skewered her up in splendor
And presented her to thee
Truly a token of my love
That you could plainly see

Seeing the errors of your ways
In your screams I heard your plea
Confessing to be forgiven
Broke down to come back to me

Oh how we made love that night
Under her deadful gaze
A rain of passion fierce
Reality and passion blurred in crimson haze

Am I fool to take you back
To accept your recompense
Are you truly mine
You are from this time hence

And lying here
Upon your breast as I lay my head
Feeling your silent heart close
I know I can trust the dead

Our moment is now forever
This time it will last
For you have truly repented
And I have forgiven you of your past

Theresa

Composite of Me and an image by Brom