12-13-17
I'm pinned to the cross,
Dying for my sins.
The feeling cuts deep,
Swims in my stomach,
Where you used to be.
The moths you set free,
In the gardens hanging from
My ribcage.
Accidentally poetic,
That's what you are.
I tell you I'm good
And I can be good
For you
But I'm a monster-
Demons lurk around,
And you couldn't see them
Because they learned their tricks from me.
We're not stupid here.
Oxygen is a luxury and
I'm still piss poor.
Feeling caged,
By these nails
Of truth.
I wait for them to rust,
When I melt in the sun,
And turn to liquid.
My bones go to the dirt
But a part of me hangs on
To everything that killed me.
Graves won't be made for me
Or any of them.
Good people rise from the dirt.
We wanted lower.
The wooden plank against me,
I hang from it like a t-shirt.
Blood drips like a faucet sink,
And they collect it in buckets.
Golden retreats were never promised,
But I met the devil on the steps
Leading to the courtyard.
Not very high, almost like they serve little purpose,
But I fixate myself on the reflection,
The shine.
Everything seems to sparkle a little.
Must've died on the wood,
And with disappointment,
I wished I would've been stronger.
As if stronger would've gotten me down.
Satan was dressed in chains
And zippers
When I met him.
"You never fell from the cross,
I saved you from it"
Small smiles for large feelings,
Words are better left unsaid.
We walk streets,
Lights pass by too quickly-
Wanna spend my time watching them all.
The bodies part for you,
Eyes glue to pavement.
"Why do they avoid you?"
I ask, for
This confuses me-
You saved me
And I wonder why they don't see this.
"I am a deeply terrible person, but with vices come virtues... why were you hanging bloody from a cross?"
And I shut my mouth,
Without a simple answer,
Or even a vague one.
But I speak with my eyes
And he knows everything he needs to.
-(m.m)
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