Unholy Deal (A Much Needed Sacrifice)

  

Take me into your world of mind-altering abyss

Where the only light that is permitted

Is from the glow of the coals

You so freely rake over my heart.

 

Sacrifice my inner child at play

With that demonic touch you fancy

Leaving me with the blame of a thousand men

Who walk among the charming.

 

Sell me a pound of brimstone

Letting me believe it’s the medicine

To cure the infection in my soul

But really spreads the disease to loved ones.

 

Give me what I ask

In return I give you more

Then what I should.

 

Let me have what I want

And I will pay you with dirty money.

 

Grant me one more hour

So I can appreciate borrowed time.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

No one matches your full on passion. I can't in words or real life. I am fascinated by it, being ruled by Lord Reason who wld never permit me to be so abandoned in the cause of another. It takes all sorts! I enjoyed this write though, even though I have never and will never be able to be a tenth as passionate you describe here.

[T]

You are so passionate, Dale! I loved this poem!

[Helen Woodward]

Sounds like a charmer!! I have this thing about sacrifice, most have no idea that a sacrifice in human terms is more than likely a choice, that is all I want to leave you with Dale.
As always, very well stated with an incredibly emotional thread.
Images clear and valid.
Helen.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Yes, your mastery of words is showing here...

[Emily B]

fire and ice. . . dark and delightful words. I'm glad I stopped by . . .

[MagiCrystal]

Sell me a pound of brimstone

Letting me believe it's the medicine

To cure the infection in my soul

But really spreads the disease to loved ones.

Oh ! what I see.. great writings and a masterpiece..My child! I see a woman who has confused you
and also made you into a slave of passion and lust.. and She is or has some magical passion on you!
That infection is called love or lust. but the cure is not yet here.. you do not want it.. you need time so you can indulge into the abyss of he lust and poison and then you can die.. !
Bravo.. Bravo... well done..! ..I can read it a thousand times and never get tired. it owns everything
that passion has.. Live and Lust..then death... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[J.P. Bristow]

[Winter McPherson]

"Sacrifice my inner child at play

With that demonic touch you fancy

Leaving me with the blame of a thousand men

Who walk among the charming."

These lines are PRICELESS!

Hmmmm....me thinks one here being spoken of is lady of the night???

Anyway, great write.....you really nailed AGAIN cowboy. Such pathos captured here of the degradation, desperation and utter jaded - ness (is that a word) of the filthy underworld of sex for sale.

I also loved the the first stanza as well - and the third stanza - and the last few lines were fabo - oh I just loved all of it! Blown away!

I agree with Emma - going into my favorites!

[closed account]

this was dark, I often wonder what mood the writer is in at the time
of their creation, what kinds of thoughts are they having? or
where they are in their life at that moment? I feel the lonelyness
in this poem. very heartfelt and honest!!

You did great!! I love the honesty...

[Angel Baby]

WOW, this is quite an eerie well wriiten write. Had a lot of different flow out of me while reading it.....shows me a what a great poet you are. Thanks for sharing this wonderful write. P.W.