every pleasure in your life becomes a sin
to a god with different intentions
and i was damned the day i met you
having traded perfect numbness for an infinite ache
how i miss the well swept empty warehouse space
i did not choose these chains
this altar to dirty religion
this cathedral erected to high gothic romance
filled with burning prayers and tricky matches
save me from this hell
the neverending fall from grace
please do something to make me hate you
hurt me, darling
sink this witch to the bottom of the lake
turn me to salt
stop looking into my statue’s eyes as if i am sacred
leave no more offerings at my feet
kill your devotion
bury your saint
these things i beg of you
so the nuns may finally stop whispering
about bloody sheets
ending these anguished days of unlifted robes
love forced to wear a mask
to pass through suspicious gates
2 replies on “hurt me, darling”
beautiful
Thank you…