One Poem by John Patrick Robbins

 

Follow Me Into The Flames

 

For in self-indulgence are we not the truest forms of ourselves, my dear? 

For the cursed are the wicked, as the deprived, the future killers under the guise of salvation.

Is it not exquisite the agonies promise the echoes of the tortures of eternity's sentence? 

Have we not lived in this fragment opposed to the sheep's blind devotion of ignorance? 

We shall waltz into this inferno in recognition. Nothing does truly suffer void of form. 

We embrace as ashes to ashes.

Forever my love.

 

John Patrick Robbins, is a Southern Gothic writer his work has been published in Fixator Press, Horror Sleeze Trash, Piker Press, Duisturb The Universe, The Dope Fiend Daily and here at Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

His work is often dark and always unfiltered.