My Goddess

you were a beautiful rose
but you have the sharpest thorns
 
blood that you drew
dripping down my puncture wounds
 
bleeding out you have sucked me dry
not even sand could match my veins
 
you are the sun that melts ice
brilliant in your beauty but punishing for my eyes
 
you are the master to my soul
the very keeper of the dead
 
i am a gluten for approval
but from you i seek it
 
banished from your grace
vanishing to be replaced
 
in the muck of corpses
stiff where they lay
 
in this putrid wasteland
now called home
 
petrified by sight
this is it i die alone