Merlin Mwaura Poems
' I Do...'
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.
Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
I Got This...
I got this emptiness dying inside me..
why this emptiness lying inside me,
what glory is it deserving,
what aims, intends on having.
I got this beast sucking blood off my neck,
I got this hands on this beast's bloody neck,
I got this beast feeling in my breath...
I got this beast living an' someone wants it dead.