A mad man prayer


 

 

 

 

A mad man prayer

I woke up with your name on my lips.

THE PHONE IS RINGING.

I dreamed you were calling me.
Bringing me into the heat of your flesh.
Calling my name.
Whispering words of love.

Sweet words.
Thanks for the education of the long ride.

I awake.
Sweating and full of hate.
Not wishing to touch you.
But to hurt you like you did to me.

I make plans to see you.
To find you.
Then the hate seem to fade away.

I pray to be able to fall into your arms.
For you to twist up my mind and heart again.

Make me your slave again.
I would serve you.
For you are what I need.

I fall asleep again.
You come into my dreams.
You are so beautiful.
So sweet and innocence looking.

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING>

I see myself.
Being drowned in cement till I’m buried.
Unable to breath.
I won’t cry out for help. I will watch you pour the last of the cement.

I will wait for my last breath.
You give me a demon smile.
Raise your hands.
 The cement open up for you.

You tell me.
You will not die.
I’m your punishment.

You ran away from everyone.
I’m your time in hell for being a bastard.

You will be my fool.
I will hold you as a prisoner till only a flicker
of emotion is left.

You will live till you only wish will be a trip into hell.

THE PHONE IS RINGING

I awake and I answer the phone.
I hear a sweet voice.

You whisper. Come to me now.

                          Coyote
                        1996

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