This body has been sifted through, sampled, and spoken of by many different tongues.
Food and drink, red devils said.
Natural nutrition, a blue marble said.
Somnambulist to simple glares, green thorns said.
Impressive spotlight, the yellow suns said.
Unseen voices call it a temple. Unwashed spouts call it a church. I prefer it to be a cathedral.
Dragged day by painstaking day, a relic of a time before when it was just considered “new.”
In every wall, there rung out shrieked praises. In every corner, there heard was silent suffering. In every window, kaleidoscopes replaced stained glass.
The blinding specters found reverance in the spots of negatively bright light and tore open those spaces to summon their worst incarnations. Black knights rode in on white horses and horseshoes are branding irons set on searing emblems of bad luck into these alabaster skins. Bad omens arise in their downward curves. There is disapproval of a dead hope and its scent fills the room like incense for spiritual backbone looks to be a forthcoming torch to burn.
This chord in a hymn of harmonious hatred could only last so long before “so long” itself just distorted into “song.” Discord came in rhythms threatening to bring history back to dust.
But, an obsidian angel had lent its voice up from down in a personal hell and it rattled me right down to the scaffolding. “I don’t think you’re entirely a monster at all. I think… We may HAVE monsters. We have demons that we carry.” And “it” became “we” and a legion of earth-stricken saints had brought grace in their choruses.
These black larks taught me love through melody. These black marks, cast upon the face of regret, taught me that intrinsic in love is to simply just be.
Dedicated to anyone who feels they are a bad person because of their mistakes and shortcomings, especially me. Also to any and all my online friend/ mutuals, for being there for me. I hope I’ve done likewise and love and care for you all. This is inspired by something @findastone said :)