Are you really a believer?
Are you really an atheist when you ask for mercy in your mind?
False spirituality hidden between four walls,
Baptism of a mind still clean of sin,
to find a future.
I've prayed too many nights
to a god in which I insist on believing,
and of which for too many reasons,
I forgot faith, without thinking that it could happen.
he would put his hand in the fire
preaching ideals born of my being,
Forged in the embers of my previous experiences,
before the game falls,
that I couldn't solve at first.
if he saw us from above,
Would you shut up enough to allow so much?
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM.
PoésieThis is a story told after a long time, a late revenge, revealing my version and the truth of what happened. Maybe it's masochism, or a simple pain addiction? Co-Written by Isabel Climent Martinez.
