A Sorry

Do you have some

Hidden spells?

or perhaps some 

pixie dust?

hex me, my love.

I have no courage left.

never have I ever 

wanted to

lose myself this bad,

finally & willingly

dancing 

to your rhythms

and blues.

For the sake of lord

play your flute,

we still have time 

be the pied piper 

of my fairy tales

bring me to 

my damnation.

 

The poison looks tempting 

so tempting,

don't wanna leave a drop.

Want to feel it in me 

taking over

my veins and nerves 

like the fever dreams 

freezing my spine 

like the frosted landscapes.

Gift, the gift, the gift you seek!

I will present myself.

End myself

to give you 

the me you want 

turn the lie to reality.

I have wronged,

wronged you so horribly 

being damned and burned in 

the deepest and darkest 

pits of hell

won't do justice.

The worst sinners don't deserve 

the best punishments.

Abandonment serves the

Poetic Justice.

[a raw work, not professional, written while regretting the wrongs I have done, cried the night to sleep, I did hurt a bunch of people.]

©Jessica