Body Horror

[Negative red]

Priest, in a sky lit room,
ink in his blood,
what can he do,
what can he do?

Suprise gift of a stolen kiss,
taken from an empty room,
what can i do,
what can i do?

Selfless soul sacrafice,
god owns all you knew,
taken from a heartless bitch,
i give it back to you,
for you.

Show me the spiders nest,
the spiders nest of youth,
buy me a beer,
this place has lost its truth.

Priest in a sky lit room,
ink in his blood,
what can you do,
well what can you do?

[Razor Face]

My interpretation of this is acceptance and forgiveness. (I rarely interpret poems as the writers intended.) But I liked the way it flowed while I ingested the images and meanings. The repetition worked very well, made it feel like a chant. Beautiful poem, I thought.

[Hippievixen]

"Priest in a sky lit room,
ink in his blood,
what can you do,
what can you do?"

I like that...

Very nice.