My Maiden of Metal

self-hate shall subsume the astray selfish soul
creates craven conscience as clear as charred coal
be bravely both beater and brutally battered
minced meat made by matrons to whom we most matter
 

imperiled pretender, a predator's prey-plights
while woe-weaven waters, wash wistfully our whites
lay listless and lulling, lies lovingly are lawless
inferno flames flare both ferociously and flawless
 

our oceans of awe opting only to drown us
relentless reminder none risk to renown us
hold heavy your hate of both heaven and hell
soon False-Savior sees we've saved no soul to sell
 

my maiden, she molds me in embrace of metal
resides in my ribcage, slams shut-
 

then i settle.

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