I should have kept you in my closet
where i was safe
now you're sleeping beside me
while im broken
trapped in this reservoir of sweat and semen

haunted with all my demons
paying a visit through your shadows

so still

though, only my back can see you now
im twisted in this corner
nakedly obvious
like your sugared lies
...
the clock speaks in riddles
as the fallen angel rests his eyes..
but there's a cricket nearby..

..
deaths calling
..
out of sight
still buried in my mind
im sinking through my jagged breaths


i can no longer make you bleed

-servant of "god"-

i have a message for you to give -him-

an envelope containing my decaying middle finger
attached to a polaroid with my smiling face

im lost in the darkness of my room
a naked vessel
with a loaded pistol
called the grace of "god"

called -you-
and
your untouchable face

im still wet

burning from the plundering of your massive wings
beating on my tear stricken face

just blood

"gods" cum

handed to me like a fucken ninety nine cent greeting card
to all my forgotten birthdays
like your absence
you dont fucken exist

you arent real

i cant continue to pretend
to loathe the vacancy of truth
...YOUR "god"..
..your LIE.
.you.

You're flesh and blood
i think i should know because im wearing it

Should have left you in the closet

the embodiment of my fears

i should have closed my eyes
forgotten you there

..slept..

as you are now

..peacefully..
.wickedly.
Without Repent