Ant Smith

love poems

Devotee

I no longer dare to touch you
For the fear you might scream
I’m not surprised I repulse you
When I think of where I’ve been
I guess you murder children
Or rape OAPs
You must carry some burden
To have earned a curse like me

Devotee, devotee, devotee, devotee
Devotee, devotee, that’s me

I no longer hope to see you
Except for in my dreams
I’m not surprised you don’t hold me
When I think of what you’ve seen
I guess that you are an angel
A perfect bleeding being
You must have a heart of gold
To love your devotee

Devotee, devotee, devotee, devotee
Devotee, devotee, that’s me

I no longer bear to kiss you
When I’m a drunk disgrace
I no longer want to repent
What, I have done in haste
I no longer dare to worship you
I know it isn’t safe
But I will tend a shrine for you
In a secret place

Devotee, devotee, devotee, devotee
Devotee, devotee, I will always be.
Devotee