Faith guts me dry,
looking into his eyes,
clawing out mine.
Wasting my mourning cries for your predetermined crimes.
Turn me into an accomplice,
make me your mastermind.
Bared teeth in bloody smile,
biting at bleeding lips.
Craze in my eyes,
Faith guts me dry.
Touch my face,
make me cry.
Look into his eyes,
faith strings me up.
Hanged and quartered,
All out of luck.
No tears left to cry,
faith guts me dry.
Just another mark in his book.
False hope for the jailbird,
Left to bleed,
unwilling to sing.
no longer locked in a gilded cage,
but trapped in my own ignorance.
Tattooed my shame on my skin,
no longer a treasured pride.
Suck it up,
keep it tucked.
Faith guts me dry,
I wish it wasn't a shock.
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
