The Poetry Marathon

Of rainbow colours
There are none in sight
I see only grey

First fluttering fast
Now it’s still
This heart’s beat its last

You are the fire
I, the earth
Erupt within me

Do not be ashamed
Your flaws are your virtues too
Don’t let them tarnish

Spare me the moon above the lake
The candlelit picnic
The serenades and poetry

A panic behind my breastbone make
With a scandalous lick
The seduction of adultery

Spare me the sunrise over the sea
The chocolate box
The rings and the traditions

A fever within my flesh give me
On secretive walks
With explicit propositions

Feed me like a fire
I’ll ride you like a wave
Show me your desire
I’ll show you what I crave

Stay close to me

I cannot, he said

I must be free

Stay close to me

See the sights I see

We’ll both be dead

One day I dread

So live today instead

Stay close to me

Stay close to me

I cannot, he said

Be my god and mould me from your clay
I am your golem; forced to swallow your commands
I am your silent servant; I must meet your demands
Be my master and dress me in your chains

Be my subjugator and make me obey
Put your words in my mouth; I have no voice
Put the blood on my hands; I have no choice
Be my puppeteer and use me for your gains

I swallow your commands
I revile the flavour
I meet your demands
You show me no favour

Though I have no voice
A part of me is free
And now I have a choice
It’s either you or me

I move my arm
I take the pen
I scrawl a writ of liberty

I move my lips
I taste the words
Your construct I’ll no longer be

I feel the cold brass
the key
as it stabs me in the back
it chills me to the core
it sends shivers up my spine
as it winds
the tension builds
it builds
it builds
Let me go!
it builds

I feel the cold wind
the rush
as it slaps me in the face
it chills me to the bone
it puts pimples on my skin
as I spin
the dance repeats
repeats
repeats
Let me die!
it repeats

I feel the cold night
the dark
as it blinds me in both eyes
it chills me to my soul
it sends tremors toe to crown
as I wind down
and down
and down
Don’t leave me!
I wind down

Weave a web of silken lies

And repose in the centre

Wait until you see some flies

And bid them please do enter

Admire the jewel tones of their eyes

While tying each blindfold

Gag them with luxury ‘til each one dies

Smothered in the threads of your silken lies

Let me tell you the story of the things that I did

To silence one of the dual voices in my head

Let me confess to you the sins which I so lately hid

Unearth my past mistakes and return them from the dead

Once I was haunted, ever hunted by my darkest side

My mathematics grew erratic, my sciences fell mad

Broken, I was taken and found release within my Hyde

We began work on an abomination, a new vessel for our dyad

Parts and pieces, bits and bones, a heart torn from its cage

We pillaged and we plundered all, foul deeds and filthy means

A golem of our base desires, born bleeding from our rage

Inherited of our insidious genes, gestated in our infernal machines

We worked with fevered frenzy moulding ichors, adipose, guck

Daydream sewn to nightmare sewn to fantasy

Boredom sewn to suffering sewn to ecstasy

Everything we had we spent by the time the lightning struck

The last patchwork piece affixed in its place

The flesh for its features cut from my own face

My secret sickness now made manifest for all the world to see

I created a monster, and the monster is me