A mad man prayer

(A mad man prayer
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Love can create a madness.)

 
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,
just thanks for the education of the long ride.

 

I awoke,
sweating and filled with hate.
Not wishing to touch you,
but to hurt you, like the misery, you taught me.

 

I make plans to see you,
to find you.
Than the hate seem to fade away.

 

I prayed 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 in appearance.

 

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 gave me a demon smile,
raised your hands.
The cement opened up for you.

 

You told 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 answered the phone,
I hear a sweet voice.

 

You whispered. Come to me now.

 

Coyote
1996