Dwelling through the wastelands of sorrow,
I smell the stench of the fallen angels,
Though tortured, I am still content,
My masochism becomes my refuge from the pain.
Though the hymns of my grief overwhelm me,
They are hidden from me, and I am tranquilized.
I am comfortable, manifesting these demons,
For I feel all the pleasures my flesh thirsts for.
I pass the Moorish wall to my left,
And to the right, is my creator's folly.
I enter the doorway of Lust, and it is beautiful.
Ah, the beauty of a woman's nakedness.
The vixens of desire, they all surround me,
I find myself overcome by my man-like desires.
The orgy of the demons, and the joy of its act,
It beckons my mental desecration of the angels.
The state of oblivian becomes me,
I have all my mind has dreamed of.
I survey my atmosphere and fall to my lust,
I see the nude angels, so beautiful they are.
But than she catches my eyes like none other,
Fully clothed, with tears in her eyes.
I cant bring myself to look away from her,
Her eyes are reflecting, much like mirrors.
The reflection I see is most repulsive,
I see the nakedness of the angels.
I see the emptiness of my sins,
and I feel the grief in her heart.
Her eyes, they show me myself,
I look at the nude sariphim and I drop dead.
The image I see is unbearable to witness,
What is this monster I've become?
I withdraw from the wickedness I've become,
I run to my dark valley, with the shadow of death.
I weap the tears of guilt and repentance,
Than I hear another crying, an angel.
I look to my flank and see only beauty.
I see the fully clothed, weaping angel,
With the mirrors in her eyes, like a fire.
Oh, my love, can you forgive me?
How is it that you open your arms,
To a wretch such as I?
What kind of love can this be,
That you would give me your purity in wedlock?
For all I have defiled, and all I have done,
How do you love me so?
You're beauty is my shelter,
and your eyes, my salvation.
Your hands have bought me,
Your eyes have sold me,
And I am always to be free. |
Submission Name: My Salvation
