Seed

Deep within the violet heart
of ignorance and infamy,
a child made man of clay and flesh
each living feature young and fresh,
a mortal demon sent to tempt
the soul of every mortal saint.

His touch is ice or forlorn-sky,
a fork of fire is his ride.
Invited guest of thaw and rain,
a killer, sent to murder pain,
a very hollow promise for
his name is suicide.

A dealer with a loaded deck.
A copper razor for a pet.
A clarion for every loser
with a noose around a neck.

Visitor to every shrine
of sane and mad men full of fear.
Don't pray.
Don't wait,
just volunteer.

A poisoned tongue and evil eye.
A flash of hope and God defied.
Another willing victim slain,
the king of murder killing pain,
another hollow promise in
his reign of suicide.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.