I prayed for a blessing
instead, it left me guessing
whether everything was worth the wait
or if it was too late
I prayed for it everyday
instead, nothing was left to stay
and now I curse it all
till the anger pushes and Ill fall
in need of your religion and your creed
sacrifice until I bleed
hang my head and shake my knees
drown myself in my own seas
count the scars until they fade
re-read every serenade
gaze the same moon each night
hoping you're looking at the same light
saved someone else for me to notice
the god betrayed us with this
"I gave my sacrifice to you..."
and now they salvage someone new
cried until the pain subsided
fought until we confided
somehow I don't want to pray
if there was no power to stay
if worshippers seem to forget
there shall be no religion left
nothing to pray for anymore
the only thing that's left is lore
I broke the cross that left me
stumbled on the road I see
saw the shadows chasing me
religion said to "let it be"
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Poems and stuff
PoetryThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.