Helen

You say love’s a game

So you don’t dare come close enough

To bleed on my thorns 

Songs of protest

I write from your bed

Still echo in your mind

Long after I’m gone

I fell asleep

Listening to your stories

Of battles Long past

You stay up all night

Carving your white bone and obsidian knife

Weapons of war

In a trance

You say you must stay prepared

And look far away

Into a past long gone

And at the sailboats that approach

army fleets from across the sea

Gliding slowly and solemnly all summer

Towards your Helen of troy 

Your soldiers consisting of

Your greedy appetite

For self destruction

An endless raving hunger

And me,

Your emerald green

Talisman against

Corruption

I gave you every part of me

But my loyalty 

It lives elsewhere 

And draws a ring of fire

Around my body

In your desperation

Call me ugly names

Oh how will you ever

Lower the gates of hell

Put out these flames

Give up this addiction?