The Sinners Lullaby

Disguise the hope in your eyes

A devil never looked so pretty
Heaven and hell never seemed so close
Lower your gaze
Pretty demon of mine
We may burn the world
One lover at a time
The War Of My Body, The Surrender Of My Mind
Your scent, but a pussy cat curled up at the bottom of my bed.
Small pink tongue.
You would have devoured me whole. Instead I lie like a sacrifice to foreign gods rejected
by my own deity.
She is not like you.
Her lips too soft, her touch insignificant. Fluttering hands.
I want to feel it. I wanted a war played out across the battleground of my body. Explosions. I
wanted explosions across my skin and a gunpowder grip around my neck. There was nothing
to be fought. I bit and snarled and tore at a white flag. Fabric flesh that waited patiently for
me to starve in my own siege, or perhaps to run out of ammunition.
I clawed harder and chewed up blonde hair and golden skin. I spat it back out in the hope
that, by being consumed, it would have blurred into darkness. Into you. But all I taste it light.
I felt the differences. I felt your moans and whispers, my urgency and desperation. I breathed
in your scent, and I waited instead for some kind of ground to be lost, but nothing was
gained. I bared my teeth, wished I could have killed my own heart. Felt something.
She is not like you.
But you were not like you, either.
You became someone else
and I want you
so every night I search out someone else
and I find them at the bottom of my bed