I hate you.
I'm hurting.
I'm scared.
That's concerning
Your words keep scratching,
Holes in my heart;
There's a mess in my head,
Of monsters hatching.
Can't stop the silence,
Can't feel the pain.
Mom, am I crying?
Or is it Monday again?
The sermon is burning
Prayers to the heavens,
On a iron slab alter
Sworn to the Giver.
I swear I am sorry but words are empty;
The gestures and smiles,
Are stuck in my skin.
Planes of my body in hardwired ink,
Telling a story
No one wants to hear.
The thoughtless,
The loveless,
The broken of heart,
The shattered of soul,
And lost of mind:
Give me your hands,
You bastards of sea salt and rum.
Get the hell off your knees,
Stop blowing that priest;
He's ten in a million.
And God wants his head
And my backbone too,
You're better off praying,
To a sinner like me
Teeth like the summer,
All bitter and sweet?














