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May 16, 2025  

More in Mosquitobytes Volume 14: Contemno Venum - 2010-2011

Dulcis Patientia

Profano Mortuus

The pain lingers
Sharp
Precise

Undiluted

I can feel every micron
Of your blade
As it glides through this flesh

The barbs
Of your spears
Hold me impaled
Upon the altar

I am not the sacrifice

No

I am the worshipped

The amoral deity
Come to free you

Shed no tears
As you eviscerate me

I give you this gift

This gift of death

For I know
That in the morrow
Your pain shall once more
Need release

Unleash your
Sweet
Sweet
Suffering

Come to me tomorrow
So that
You may

Love me

Again

© 2011, Mosquitobyte
 

Rene Jones - on Dec. 28 2011

I still feel the room darken, clouds descend, and the sunshine leaves, when i read your words. Sharp daggers glistens, as it slides and bright blood splashes against my screen...only after I leave the page of your pain, does the sun/light shine over my shoulder again (bow).



I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!
Mercieca, Andrew - on Dec. 29 2011

Thanks Rene, I'm certainly never going to be guilty of writing "sunshine and happiness" pieces. Even when I'm ecstatic, my vocabulary and imagery will always tend to the darker shades.

 

Mos.
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