• The raw stench of alcohol
    Can kill doves as white as
    God Himself.
    The self loathing and
    Verbal abuse can even
    Shoot down Angels
    Of up High.
    You want me to love you
    Respect you, bath your feet
    In Holy water when I’d rather
    Bathe you in your own
    Filth.
    Filth everywhere. Filth as far as the
    Eye can see.
    You taught me not to judge.
    You taught me not to hate.
    Yet, you have taught me to be a
    Hypocrit.
    The rapture will surely take us both.
    We are not clean, or pure, or anything
    Special.
    We’re maimed, heartbroken, blood of my blood,
    Loans of my loans, leaches, flesh eating
    Zombies too far gone to save.
    Yet, I saw that light.
    The light at the end of the long,
    Black, dark, devilish tunnel.
    I yearned for it to wash me clean,
    And when it did, you cursed me and said
    I had bathe in a river of putrid,
    Black dye that is more permanent than sin.
    Heaven help me, for I am about to comment
    A most vile and twisted evil.
    I am about to spread my torn and battered wings
    And fly, fly, fly, fly away from your
    Blood stained talons.
    Will I be blessed on my journey,
    Or will I be condemned to an eternity of
    Sufferings far worse that those pains
    That I have already suffered, and suffered since
    I was young enough to know what
    Suffering was.
    You brought me into this world through
    Suffering.
    Is that all I am to ever know?