I Believe I've Been Lovingly Caged Poem by Mark Heathcote

My heart sings to Lucifer I'm sick of selling used cars
Even my black shoes are fed up with walking
Under a million and one stars pitched to cry
It's sad just how empty this life can be
I'm like a stray cat looking for a welcoming knee
One that won't kick me any lower than you have done before.
My heart sings to Lucifer send me a killer disease
My lungs don't want to breathe anymore
And it's all because you make me feel blue.
The sun keeps rising like it's always done before
But I want to burrow like a maggot and die young
Kissing your flesh and making love to your bones.
Thank god for roses and your early morning moans
Stretching out over desolate seas, driftwood foam.
Thank god for that sweeping sanguine wave of death
That harbours in my heart that turns and returns
To jump a stile or a gate. Dear, just where you wait
My heart is like an anchor in the bosom of a holy book
It's strangled in seaweed every time your eyes run over
My messed-up body for just another parched look.
My heart is a crucifix and it's been nailed to you
With hoof and bone glue, darling Lucifer can take my soul
But my heart - for what it is worth belongs
Seven fathoms under the waves with you.
Like a serpent sea-snake entwined with you till tomorrow day
Darling, what do you say, sing me another sea shanty
all those other sirens mean nothing at all
it's you my heart taxis in the dark for around the park
looking to sing like a morning skylark.
Oh, I'm in your neighbourhood right now
Parched and diseased, darling take me to the Netherworld
I want to join all those other lepers, please, that fell to their knees as heavenly parolees. Begging in rage, I can't turn another page without you. I believe I've been lovingly caged.