Bronte Casablancas

Music - Poem by Bronte Casablancas

Come to me, you heavy, breathing beings:
Infect me with your passion -
Judge my heart and soul and mind with your
Wild and heartless words.
Let your fiendish shriek impale me -
Bleed your love into my bones.
I give myself to you, to your voices to destroy me;
To rip me down and raise me up in molten, golden glory.
Your throaty gospel
Invades my very soul
And I lift myself up to it,
Begging salty reams of sweat
To rage my savage, burning heart.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Music by Bronte Casablancas

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

[Report Error]