A Bedlam for my Desultory D... by FierceDeity2, literature
Literature
A Bedlam for my Desultory D...
A Bedlam for my Desultory Desideratum
Perfectly contorted hands,
trace fingers down my chest.
They draw a trail of blood,
on my canvas of skin and flesh.
How? I buried her in heaven,
with the rest of those,
my despotically disposed.
She's screaming like a banshee,
serenading like an angel,
it's a ballad of love or hate,
lost deep in her hymnal.
Merciful torture,
entangled throes of love.
My desideratum,
the creation thereof.