Submission
I’ve never been afraid of her
Sitting in a cold corner alone
Staring at my last breathe
Recount the ounces of blood I’ve lost over my life time
All the heart beats that I wasted on fear
The dreams I dismissed off of meticulous lack of recklessness
All the souls I’ve made contact with
Along the emotional sicknesses I contracted
And the devils I signed contracts with
I’d welcome her slim silhouette with open arms,
She’d never leave me
Stand up in spirit
We’d stare for a second into each others eyes
Her stain glass windows into her soul
Cataracts of a cathedral
I couldn’t see inside but it’d be beautiful enough to admire
And with her incandescent irises
she’d look past the fog
And claim it all
Her long silver hair strands surfing the cold darkness
Black tattoos drawn from the inside out
All in vein
The grip on her steel sickle loose as she senses my submission
I won’t put up a fight
Just as how I live the entire day
Knowing there will be night
She’d admire my desire
And hold my hand through hells fire
The temporary purification
And as a last wish she’ll show my life after breathe
Show me my mothers grief
Far greater than the tears that fall from Mother Nature
And all my real friends as well as the faux and my foes
If you didn’t love my in life
Don’t love me in death
I’ll watch as my casket descends into the depths
And I’ll smile as it all happens…