
Lash after lash
When you want me to work
Lash after lash
Whenever you hurt
Lash after lash
When I come home weary
Lash after lash
When you refuse to hear me
Lash after lash
When I make a mistake
Lash after lash
As you use words of hate
Lash after lash
When I don’t behave as you desire
Lash after lash
My anger burns you like fire
Lash after lash
When you try to control me
Lash after lash
When will these scars set me free?
She trapped herself
In rose colored bubbles
And to oblivious to escape
Cries and begs for help
Yet our aid she won’t take
Her gentle heart shall shatter
If she admits his true hate
But fear not my friend
For true love shall come again
I usualy don’t complain on the internet but since I lost my journal again (also the reason why I havn’t been posting poems ) I’ll just rant here. My “friend” apperently found it funny to shove bible verses in my face even though she knows I’m a Wiccan and what made it worse was the fact that everyone that was around to hear her got involved as well. As I was going to walk away she found it completly halarious to hold me down while screaming “I SHALL SAVE YOUR NON-EXISTING SOUL”. I said nothing else to her that whole day but if I did it would be something like this: Bitch you shove one more bible verse in my face I will choke you, I don’t shove Wiccan chants in your face or walk aroung saying “the Goddess shall save your soul” so don’t do that shit to me. Unfortunatly because I don’t like hurting people’s feelings I did nothing but whatever at least I know who to fucking trust now. You don’t have to read this I just had to get this off my chest but it’s unfortunate that we have to go through this.
She holds great beauty
Like the night
Her heart is sweet
Like the evening primrose
When she is around
It’s like I’m in a meadow
Under the stars
As the gentle evening winds
Whisper the song of chimes
Like a shooting star
She rapidly came into my life
Not knowing
She has captured my heart
Alas, she can never be mine
For she is not a jewel
But an iluminous creature
Who is most beautiful
When free
He who wields the sward of fear
Has the knife of denial in his back
He who feasts of the death of others
Has not found a soul to call his own
He who hates anyone or anything
Has been blinded to truth
He who uses others
Has a hole in his heart
He who does evil
Has history beyond his actions
I sing the song of sirens
I do the dance of lust
You can not escape
From my melting touch
Sex is my drug
And you are my supplier
When our bodies touch
I fly higher and higher
Beware of my poison
My love can slightly kill
When I enter your heart
You risk your own will
Some say I’m evil
And all I do is bring hell
But I do not do either
I am simply Jezebel
-dedicated to my seductive side-
