Agony, Beloved

Here is a poem about agony, beloved.

For how long does youth stand alone?

without the broken clutch holding a crutch

Within their withered hand, a feeble stand.


Rusty soul, coated with sin,

How many men have you taken

Into the mesh of your rotted flesh?


Oh hail the darkness, a stale taste

On the kiss of my lips, something amiss.

Hide from the sun, run from The Son.


Hellfire flirts on the ends of my skin,

Never allowing the wound to mend,

Screams drowned by the howls of hounds.


Agony, beloved stain of such pain!

Caress me softly, hold me tightly.

Shine your sweet love to mine.