Pitch Black

The darkness grows deeper, enveloping
as if I had weights upon my ankles, I stumble
And the oppressive push of putrid air smothers

I've become one with the nothing

As if in dreams I walk through walls
or are they just the barriers of my mind?
protecting long lost secrets of my sub-conscious

The pain warps me

I wander the maze of mental riddles
trying to piece together the puzzle of my past
only to find questions that answer questions

I am the puzzle-master

Pitch Black, when nothing is seen
Things appear clear as day
Your mind creating it's own reality

No computer needed

I fear the alter ego my mind has created
I am the silence that screams
the darkness that enlightens

I'm numb to it all

All at once my world is ripped from beneath my feet
I fall into the Abyss that nightmares do no justice
only to awake upon my floor

Covered in sweat and shivering

Angel with a strap-on

You fell down upon me
with wings spread wide.
I was bleeding from the neck,
destroying myself from within,
and you came looking to save me.
Beautiful was your voice,
wondrous were your eyes,
something else was there,
something behind it all.
You
were
evil
you came not to save me
but to destroy me
with your beauty
and your ignorance.
You came
with a strap-on
and fucked my whole world
into oblivion.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved 

The Eyes of God

As you saunter through the door
with fire in your eyes,
lust in your kiss,
take me,
tie me up,
do to me what you will,
I love every painful moment.
Bring me to my knees with your love,
take me to the promised land,
while your lotus flower
devours me completely.
hold me close with your coy
smile, let the crucifix of
my burning desire engulf you.
sliding,
slurping,
grinding,
every inch of your body moving,
tempting me to take a bite
of your golden apple breasts
bringing me to climax
not once,
not twice,
but three times,
as I lay swearing I've seen
God in your eyes.

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On My Knees

My head spinning,
You just show up
One day out of the Blue?
You think you can just waltz
back into my life?
You think I'll be so
Accepting?
Fuck you!
You know what you did
is inexcusable.
You know that I gave you
everything and you wanted
more.
You know you broke me into
thousands of tiny shards.
If you want forgiveness
so badly, get on your knees
and beg me to take you back.
BEG ME GOD DAMN IT!
Because God knows I'm
on my knees begging you
just to leave.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

When she came home

Curls rolled down 
rosy cheeks, wet and 
salty from weeping. 
She was whimpering 
for help, 
and sobbing 
for forgiveness. 
At this moment 
she was most beautiful, 
most vulnerable, 
absolutely truthful. 
Rushing to embrace 
her bruised and 
battered body, 
my arms quenched 
her fiery anger, 
her tears burned 
on my face, 
her hair enveloped 
my shoulders, 
her heart fluttered. 
She returned to me 
bruised, 
battered, 
and broken, 
to be healed by 
the love that only 
a brother can give. 
She came home.

 © Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved