An Aria Sickening

[brandnewmessiah]

I look upon the burning stars
This is my effigy
A reflection I’ve become to be
With sodden eyes and staring pain
I wander through this life of shame
Waiting for it to bury me

Will I ever get to kiss the ground
Silence the voices, never to hear the sound
Of the wicked they were conceiving
On the day life turned around
Love’s blood stained her wedding gown
And she’s screaming to the rhythm of an aria sickening

The melody of an aria sickening

I see the pattern of her scars
It’s inside the mirror
But soon it will just disappear
Lying still, legs dissect
Birthing what she wants to forget
Her womb the cradle of her fear

Will she ever get to kiss the child
Without remembering how her body had been defiled
By the evil of love’s last trickling
Or on this night will she fight to die
One last verse in a horrific lullaby
Where she’s screaming to the rhythm of an aria sickening

The eulogy of an aria sickening

[anirbas]

BNM, I don't know what to say after reading this piece, except WOW!
It was the first word that popped into my head, after I read it...

[netfolk]

indeed BNM, the title most appropriate as well as the artwork, gut-twisting (for lack of a better choice of words), well delivered dark.

peace as always,
Bernie

[dawness]

this overtook me like a storm, brands.... dark as it may be, it was full of light.