Nicole D'Settemi

Gold Star - 6,177 Points (June 25th / Niagara Falls)

Flower Dead In The Garden (Filthy Prayers) - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi

My religion isn't God
And, it isn't The Devil
I don't worship these
The heavens or hell-holes.

I worship Death
I worship The Mother
I cradle the release
Like no other!

The only thing determined in life
That's the thing I worship:
Living here on Earth, with her,
And, then descending
From this God Damned snake pit

My priest,
Death preaches
My teacher
It's the last breath,
Pretty suicide speeches

I bow down
To the savior
Suffocation.
The coffin.
Satin black sheets.
All the lacy layers and layers.

It's holy matrimony
As I marry the dead one
A Grim Reapstress
The very best one
It's through my acrimony
My ceremony
Dancing with Death
A date.


© copyright 2018-2019 Flower Dead in the Garden Nicole D'Settēmi

Topic(s) of this poem: dead, death, religion, spiritual

Form: Stanza


Comments about Flower Dead In The Garden (Filthy Prayers) by Nicole D'Settemi

  • (2/19/2019 8:05:00 PM)

    creepy and intriguing- good scare/good write (Report)Reply

    Nicole Settimi(2/25/2019 8:10:00 AM)

    Julia ~

    I appreciate the feedback, thx for this. It is always nice to be appreciated no matter how bizarre something may sound. Much love.

    Xx NDS

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2019

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 15, 2019


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