A Touch of Pain (A tribute to the Marquis De Sade)
Arise Children of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Awaken from your deep slumber,
A banquet has been prepared for you and your offspring,
Shake off the thousand-year dust that covers your bones,
Set fire to the blood that fuels your hunger for the body,
The master awaits your company in his halls of pure fervor,
Who is the host of this feast of the flesh you may ask,
None other than the man, whose sole source of pleasure is pain,
The Marquis De Sade is here to let loose the atrocities of man,
Bring out the candle wax and the cat-o-nine tails,
For they are the masters symbols of power and supremacy,
He shall need them to share his love for decadence and debauchery,
After this night of beautiful madness no virgin shall remain untouched,
No taboo unexplored by the chosen few that will partake in the revelry,
And most of all the body shall be reborn in the blood of the innocent,
The prison of salt that God had imprisoned you in will crumble,
For the new age has cometh and the old ways are dead,
He is the dark messiah that will lead the future of man,
The sky burns, as the hour of the gathering grows ever near,
The angels of the host weep at the sight of the mortal realm,
They shed salty tears that destroy all that they encounter,
The master signals the baptism to begin,
An unholy hymn floods every corner of the room and yet all are silent,
The guest speak not a word for their tongues have rotted away to oblivion,
The living dead, echoes of a past that is buried in the sands of time,
Lovers that once partook in the bliss but now lie in the grounds of the chateau,
Covered in mounds of earth marked by blood red roses,
A look of fear envelops the master’s face and he screams in terror,
The mass of dead victims swarms him and he is drowned in their presence,
My master, my lord, my one true love destroyed by the very things he adored,
I try to wail out of anguish and yet I find myself incapable,
Instead a stranger laughter wells up in me and I cackle,
I smile for I know the master will live on in my heart and in my mind,
This feeling of ecstasy is short lived for my time has also come,
The furies have returned to Hades and they shall hound me no more,
My laughter has been cut short by the sound of the guillotine,
Hangman's Row
The smell of forgotten meat lingers in the air,
Tobacco smoke rises from the chasm of his mouth,
I choke down the last breath of foul air I will ever need,
The hangman slowly guides me to the trapdoor,
He utters not a word but one could feel his prayer,
A good clean drop that shatters spines his only wish,
The noose around my neck tightens and I feel the weight of my sins,
The gallows seems to me as the first and last confessional I will ever see,
And my executioner as the priest, who will absolve my transgressions,
The real priest drunk from rum refuses to give me last rights,
And if he did, he could guarantee that the host would burn my tongue,
I smile weakly for I know my drop would go on to the pits of hell,
The crowds gather to witness my final moments on earth,
Some are there with delight on their faces and satisfaction in their hearts,
But some are simply bored with their tired lives and crave some amusement,
The hour of my execution comes to a close and I drop from the gallows,
My neck broke in two and the darkness slowly poured into my eyes,
The last thing that I ever saw was the grinning face of a little girl,
Such are the tales of a dying man, whose only sin was to love,
I loved each and every one of my so-called victims,
I desired not only their flesh but also their innocence that fueled me,
Never again will I taste young and full lips,
Or warm and succulent flesh between my thighs,
My garrote shall miss the long slender necks it use to crush,
I am a murderer that deserves his death by hanging,
But I am also a lover that merely acted out his heart’s desire,
In the end am I really a sinner for being a goddamn romantic?
Tre Fasi Di Amore
The three poems found in this series are "The loneliest day", "The waiting room" and "The final petal". Please read them in this order. :)
The Final Petal
The days of counting are finally over,
The endless nights of pain and wondering are gone,
For the last petal has been plucked from its place,
The passion has been putout by all the waiting,
No longer am I the virile man that I once was,
Nor am I the young lad that first fell in love with you,
I have grown cold and indifferent to your presence,
Your touch no longer fills me with bliss,
And your kiss now tastes like love's bitter ashes,
The laughter that once echoed has now been replaced with silence,
I cannot find myself smiling for my muse is now dead to me,
So I now hide within a mask full of lies and excuses,
I must have been blinded with my love that I did not see,
That while my eyes where on her, her eyes were on another,
Only a fool could have gone on this long without giving up,
I sat and gritted my teeth but I did not say a word,
For I feared that I might lose you if I spoke out,
Now I am truly mute for my voice died with you,
I no longer dream of you for I find myself without sleep,
The nights stretch on to eternity, without you to send me to rest,
The dawn has also lost its purpose for its light is now spent,
Whether she loved me or she loved me not, no longer matters,
I spent a lifetime loving only her and that is enough,
The final petal has been pulled from its roots and it is now time to forget,
