this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)

if i had a dollar for my sins

would you love me less?
there's blood caked upon my hands
and i don't think you'll like it

let me wipe these stains on my dress
there isn't a part of you which i cannot stand
i know there is no need for you to have a medic kit

if you knew the demons which lie
inside the depths of my chest, please
promise me these pillars we've crafted won't fall

i wouldn't allow this to die
even if the plague within you stopped my lungs, leave
those doubts behind, i can't believe they had the gall

i've just been so scared since
the last time, because there's so much damage
to deal with, so be gentle, be calm, i ask thee

well, consider your soul rinsed
clean from the abject dances of yesterday, i'll manage
your moods, my dude, just allow yourself to breathe