By Sabrina Samone
Copyrights © Tortured Muse, 2005
I rarely share my poetry because most then, realize how morbid I can be. Even attempting to write something romantic, usually ends tragically and dark, but after reading a few poems recently I felt I wanted to share my fictional side, hope you enjoy.
She’s one of the daughters of the God of the sea,
Being murdered by you,
She came to help
But you stone the already battered soul.
That cat even knows,
You, just go on with your flow.
Or open your soul’s eyes
See the corpse before you
Symphonies of a thousand composers,
oozing like pus out of her veins.
The paint of countless artists,
boils on her skin.
A dramatist tears,
flows from her eyes as black as tar,
with the stench of Hades.
Your sins are with her
Now rape her body with your eyes
See her radiant,
Beauty, you think undeserving
Independent and wise
Continue choosing your illusions
Scares dressed in lace so you can feel okay,
Never seeing how the scars grow,
Never seeing how powerful you re to her as well.
Hammer her head,
So that her brains drip off her body,
like the thoughts of a writer,
onto his sheets.
That you fool
Was the last daughter
Of the Great God of the sea
Your muse if you will.
She could walk your soul to the gates of Satan’s door
Rattle your brain
until your thoughts are no longer yours.
Fantasies never fulfilled,
Empty marriages and empty carriages,
A rotting womb and barren tombs
Rejoice for death
Remorse a birth
A blank stare into the abyss
A never ending reach
For the next process
And still you tempt.
She longs to give.
Inspired dreams yet dreamt.
A thousand songs yet sung.
Endless midnight readings.
Never ending green landscapes,
seen in deserts.
Waterfalls seen in a metropolis.
To a tapestry that never ends.
Only when gone will you know
She had been your muse,
Blood (?) by Italian artist Deaz
From your hands.
Ofcourse I believe you should come away with your own meaning, but have had so many friends think it was just a blood and gore poem, its really meant to symbolize what it means to your inner muse, when you don't follow your dreams and heart.