I spread my body across the sheets
Arms are bleeding
Eyes are dull
My lungs are gone
My heart is disconnected
My ears are still here
And I can hear your words.
(Even angels can whisper their words
Even angels can roast like the devil
Even angels)
Have a religion across my neck
Forced to believe in a god
That I have to push up into the sky
His power weighs more than me
And I don't think I'm Atlas
This necklace
It's weighing me down-
Going to snap my neck like this
Feels like barbed wire
Is hooked onto my neck
I can't rip it off
Because others will notice-
My bloody and freed neck
So I'll carry this religion
On my back
Even if
It's against my secret sexuality.
A/N: I respect whatever you believe in, please don't take offense.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
