the devil and all his works

I dare you to disturb me with Stigmata,
Martyr me to prove your existence.
Shadows, flies, the river of Hades,
Descending on me in purple dreams
Until I awake, choking on broken anti-belief,
A wreath of thorns upon rose red temples
And a stem of struggling distress
Fixing me, writhing, to the bed.

I dare you to do so.
I await the malevolent glow of the
Devil and all His Works -
But He will never show himself
(Living as He does, in us).