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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sacrifice

Fire-Spirt by filmchild
Let me be your sacrificial lamb
I get off on giving til 
it hurts
Spill my blood upon the altar 
to your gods
I am no virgin
but my heart is pure
I bleed ecstasy
I will redeem your sins
Throw me upon the pyre
I'll save your soul, baby
Watch me burn
white hot.

8 comments:

Rachel Hoyt said...

Interesting one! Why is she so ready to sacrifice herself, I wonder?

Brian Miller said...

well now...i am unsure if this is a hotinvite or a tongue in cheek rant at how people treat others...but i like...

darev2005 said...

Ooooooohhhh......


Yeah.

Whew!

Jingle Poetry said...

love it.

Ed Pilolla said...

god i love the raging power in this.

Fireblossom said...

Wow. Nothing like a little bit of mixed messages to keep 'em guessing. I really like this, and the picture to go with it, too.

nene said...

I don't know what was your inspiration at the moment of this creation was but it certainly contrasts from your 'H-Rant'.

Wow, you must be able to compartmentalize and extricate your self, at a whim, from the compartment you wish not to be in at the moment.

Wonderfully seductive piece in a 'selfless' way.

A.S. said...

Belo! Intenso! Sensual! Excitante!...

Te beijo...
AL