Mary Most Vile

• Artist: Lucina Noir
• Description: I wrote this a few years ago during a particularly bad period in my life; I'm my own worst critic but I kind of liked this poem.
  I should also note that I hate to rhyme, so the flow of this poem is a little different.
• Date: 11/28/2008
• Tags: mary most vile

Mary Most Vile

This thickening pain engulfs me,
as death darkens my door.
I'm screaming his name,
and he keeps walking,
my savior, my god , my life.
It's all in vain
as I reach for the knife,
though it rips like the pain in my stomach.
Another kind of good mother,
I take my one gift,
my one true love,
and throw it to the wind
on the pretense of logic.
Blood velvet, magick dust, and new life,
"she's come undone" they say
so why don't you nail me down,
drain my life,
call me a martyr
and give me to christ.