you are a lovesaint
bless my soul with divine influence
or stab it with crossed knives
my fate is out of my hands.
raise the red hot poker like some sort of respectful gesture
then lower it into my skull and leave crimson imprints
brains won't be turned by mere torturous instruments
but by misguided fools and books lost in translation
inquisitiveness isn't a crime in the eyes of our lord
neither is pain, only blood staining your holy carpet
you are a lovesaint
but the clouds are the ones in power
they'll disperse before they see you dry
and cosy within my embrace
i won't even cry if you stare through my eyes
because i'm not scared of fireplace salesmen
but only cold overcrowded sky-high apartments
without the space for everyday passions
i don't want to be one of those people
who die for those they'll never meet
and i don't want to be a lovesaint
because burning beds and freezing friends
ain't my kinda thing.
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