Hellbound Heart Poem by Samael Wolf

Was it mine?

From the start?

At one time, I knew

now I'm not so sure

a cold wind blew

through this body

of 98.6

76% water

Muscle and fat, kinda thick

the heart has a memory

of its own

not like the brain

its the home

of the being

of which I reside

The brain remembers

watching the evening tide

sitting on the cliffs

watching the ocean

seeing whales spout

water unclean

The heart knows

what I loved best

little as it is

and shuns the rest.

Hellbound heart,

you know my destination

Nothing left now

the plans creation.