|
By angrykid Date: 2006 Jun 23 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.23.22.55.2607]] |
|
Savior. Its loud, her cries for me. They ring through my head Like church bells from a funeral. Reminding me that all must die to be reborn That the reason She is kicking and screaming isn't me at all But her own fears, Her own demons Strangling her at night. She thinks she needs me As if I am some great savior who Will pick her up and cleanse Her of her sins Of her mishaps Forgiveness she is begging for Like a child Who broke your favorite possession Your heart. And now she is kicking and screaming Child-like, trying to acheive Sanctity in the holiness of my arms. And I am no Savior, I will not Forgive you and send you on your way To repent. I will not hold you close in my bosom And make your pain better for you I am not your Savior. Silly woman, I am no missionary either. I will not make your life better By giving mine to you. I will not give the last Piece of my bread to you. I will walk, and eat and be merry. In my hearts own company. |