Bloody Knees

Written out of a dream I once had, the occult has always been a recurring theme in my writing...

It wasn’t a burning house that tripped the fire alarms, 

why is it so hard to bite these things off..

Baal, my love, spit on all that worship you with blood.

Let it flood.

Azazel whispered to me,

this early morning, around 3..

that I had my own seat.

My own f*****g throne, beside Our Own Father Satan,

waiting to torture, force her to her

already fucked up knees, and on the night of the full moon

by that damn cursed tree, take a knife to her throat

hum and slide it across slowly.

See Father, I have potential Father.

I know we all fall, we all go down.

But Hell only hurts for those whose minds that don’t bother, 

those ignorant w****s who f**k without magick.

There is no Heaven, only those who think they can’t live without it.

He tried to count to ten,

but his tongue would get stuck on six.

He tried thrice times but his tongue will forever stick.

We told him six was the answer, but he cried for only ten.

So we laughed and we lied, and we told him

Wait until the waxing moon night, wait and try again.

Reviews

[Luna Zerimar]

Wow.

I really liked, "We told him six was the answer, but he cried for only ten...So we laughed and we lied, and we told him..Wait until the waxing moon night, wait and try again."

This was a very good write. Well done.

[fatkat bonehead]

Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it. :)

[Luna Zerimar]

You're welcome!