Tranquility Birthed by Sins

hold me.

i long for ineffable peace

and to achieve this impossibility

i need to know that all is aright.

place me on your warm lap.

brush my perturbed hair

and sing me a lullaby;

let the lyrics soothe my pained void.

tell me the mauve froth

that encrusts my gelid lips

is but leftovers from stale cotton candy—

that my dreamless eyes

are auspicious ornaments.

allow me to believe—

whilst my body grays

and my soul covets The Fire—

that my decision was correct;

it was right to seize my breath

and constrict my heart.

utter that it was okay

to spray-paint mahogany floors

with my hallowed scarlet rivers.

plead resolute reassurance

that the seditious, cerulean suvorexant

was veracious in its callous crusade.

whisper safety and bellow

the monumental embrace

which intends to spirit me away.

indulge in my final earthen wish;

tell me paradise awaits

its black sheep’s return.

for i yearn to graze

upon its heavenly plains

and be shepherded by Him.

my pitchy wool will decorate

your lap like wicked dark matter

betwixt astral bodies.

our gravitational force

shall unburden me from life—

immortality must claim me.

weep not for i will be at peace.

my woes will wander

and my Love will be mine again.

i’ll gaze from down below

and soak in His glee.

the horned fae folk will envy

the absolute ardor i pulsate

in brilliant devotion

to the one for whom i was made.

i beseech you, dear dim-robed specter

watch over me as i ascend

below into your place of origin.

make me conform to optimism;

belabor silver-tongued truths.

as i behold serenity forevermore

hold me.