Misfired Exorcism
Tate Vikernes
Better that, he thought
And tried to open his eyes
But they didn't open up, maybe tears or pus
Maybe needle and thread had them sealed
How could anything be as overwhelming as his memories?
The childhood still lingered on his tongue
Tasting like milk and frustration
But there were adult sensations
Joining in series
The pleas became one sound that’s satanic
Words and senses eclipsed by panic
There seemed to be no end to it but madness
She was sitting on a pile of rotting human heads
And she smiled in welcome
It was an unsuccessful exorcism after all
And you can guess-
Some how, could anything be as overwhelming as his memories?
The childhood still lingered on his tongue
Tasting like milk and frustration
But there were adult sensations
Joining in series