Sacrilegion

Only when I'm gone
Can I find me
Engulfed in flame
Extinguished never
Move to flicker
Waver shift and wobble
Desire for you
Shimmers under my skin,
My shattered heart
Thrown away
Stabbed it dead
Flicker to inferno
Inner scream pours forth
Gentle wind then soothes
Flowering in the shell
A sacred heart
That they can't touch
Dreams of a beauty
They cannot grasp.

© Christina Nabity
Written March 25, 2003

This is just one of those goth like poems I wrote during a bit of madness. Madness, it tried me on like a hat a few times for sure. Only way to find out just how sane I truly am, which much to my relief, is as sane as a person gets.