This poem is not meant for those under 18 years of age. Slightly explicit.
Exhaling floods of relief
Memories of unrepenting storms
That once surrounded me.
I recall the
Freezing rain on my face
Lashing so I could not see.
Shivering from your crackling sounds like thunder
That spewed between you and me.
I felt the
Electric forks of light that darted from your eyes
Avenging my rounding body
With your hate that I once denied.
Trees crashing through our walls
For all the world to see.
Never had I fathomed,
My viral plague,
That you horned me obsessively
“Stop this rain of pain!”, to your menacing face I say.
“Bring forth your vivid fire
So that I may put it out for good.
Relinquish me from your horrendous trials
So that I may be soothed.”
“Your hell is your own, not mine.
I have not what it takes
To survive in your school of rape.
Your venom is deathing;
As your bait I cannot stay.”
Forcefully, you stripped me down of my prideful layers.
Leaving nothing but the shine of an unvowful ring.
You did not care
About the joy that it should bring.
You tortured me, as you laid me down.
Your voice shrieked with just belief.
You knew that you could take me there
To your playground of gluttonous release.
Your fingers fondled monsterously.
Groping my body,
Hotly defeating me.
The tender dip within my universe
Scoring tides, wetly depleting.
Then you enter that well of my being
Aggressive with your seeding approach
Wetting your stemming weapon
Paining, I began to choke.
Throned in my body,
The rush consumes your eyes.
Your seeding duties you won’t deny.
As your manliness pumps deep within me
And you release heavily with pride.
Still unsatisfied with your devious undertaking
My torture did not end
You flip me around
Like your slave in shackles
And thrash my being once again.
Your pleasure reaped and your hostility waned.
But your aggression never subsided.
Holding me unbearably close
Lifeline pulsating within
Resusitating your devil guide.
Hoarsely, in my ear, you let me in on
That anal morality that you reek.
You say to me, Lucifered horns gleaming.
“You are for me and I am for you.
My seed was meant to be.”
Your madness surfaces once again
With the realization that I was unafraid.
You grab my arms and pin me down
Then once again my body paid.
You complete your sin
Raping to the third degree
Filling me with your semened diamond
The demi-child that only I could bring.
Fused deeply in my mind
I prayed that I would escape
Your culted creaming
Flooding me with hate.
My voice cuttingly harsh as I speak to thee.
“This blessed child is mine, my Beezelbub.
This you will surely see.
Your sadists addictions will be no more.
Karma you will reap.”
Your hatred dredges forth again.
Your control, you will not release.
While that semened fantasy of a deviled child
Obsesses your mind with your need.
Snarling, you raise your head.
Eyes red with fevered heat.
“I’ll kill you dead, my Ezechial queen
Before you ever leave me.”
“Your body is mine.
You are not blessed.
Satan is your seed.
Burning your womb like an infinite fire.
There is no God but me.”
Tortured to pity
You take my lips
And bite down
Until my blood was freed.
Like an infant child.
Vampingly, as if to feed.
Craving, you harden again
Personifying your godless breed.
Fervently, you spread me direly,
Taking me crazily until I screamed.
Possessively you sucked my neck
Leaving bruises from your feen.
You lay down to sleep
Holding me tightly
Like a caged bird who could not sing.
I silently free myself
From your steel chains
That had imprisoned me.
Running blindly, nude in the dark
Praying to God,
“Please, Lord, do not forsake me.”
I run outside and gulp the air
Not believing my nightmare was fading.
Now I am standing here without you
With gloried remnants
Of my life’s past.
A deviled child
Who became my angel, my hero.
For him, I braved at last.