Holy Darkness

You fucked with forces your eyes could not see and your mind could not comprehend

Oh darlin'

My whispers spoke of journey's you could never imagine

those were not the whispers you wanted to hear

the whispers turn to gasps of an orgasmic acceptance of your manhood

I enthralled every atom of your anatomy

I bewitched your mind darlin'

and you treated what I gave you like a whore

You couldn't be that man

the man who couldn't let go of your bougie ways

Chuck Bukowski rolls over in his grave over your idolization

that man with all of your fantastical

maniacal

fanatical

declarations of a world that will never come to be

What I am is holy

Holy everything

Holy nothing

and you desecrated me

This I can not let go unpunished

But, for you darlin' the punishment has already been decreed

your own body deems it so

There is no punishment I can deliver worse than your own end date

395 days, if lucky

How lucky do you feel darlin'?