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Chris Apr 2014
My soul needs saving
Mary come close and
Grab hold of my heart
Purify it whole

Save me from what my future holds
Keep me from straying
Stop all these evil people coming in close
I need you to protect me
To keep me warm and to prevent me
From turning cold

Pull out the dread from my intestines
Save my soul or am I
too late
My devil demands that I throw you up
He wants to purify you from my heart
but  
My heart is empty
and he won't let me fill it up


Oh mother mary come and save me before I am gone
religious kinda?
Chris Apr 2014
living just to impress,
cannot choose how to dress
without somebody patching their own cloth onto mine
and no matter what i cannot seem to unsew the demon in my skin
all i wanted was to wear my **** self and yet nobody could give this to me
a joy that i will forever be seeking
wondering what it will bring
old poem i found
Chris Apr 2014
Someday we all drip the last drop of life
Slowly but surely we all fall
But before that we were more then a mere drop of water,
Starting out as just a tiny raindrop
Falling into a sea of raindrops
Eventually that little raindrop,
Becomes a source of life for the dying
And lives on to become a fearsome hurricane full of life jousting with other drops
Until that last drip of the last drop of life
Don't live like a drizzle
Live like the hurricane you are
**And **** **** up
Chris Apr 2014
closer and closer she comes for me
not even the ****** mary could help me now
i've tucked myself into the floodgates of my mother
and now i live to fear the wrath behind those closed gates
suddenly, mary closes my leg onto the gate and i knew
that my time of reckoning had come
holding onto the belief of resurrection,
and then the gates of my mother have implored themselves upon me
leaving with my skin and soul
yet the worse is to come as the insides creep forward
and the sins inside of myself pour down from the inside of her
burning the corpse of what i will be and what i was
all that remains is the perfect son
and i am gone.
mother of god pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Chris Apr 2014
living in places with no real faces
nothing but the pavement and similar races
houses cloud the judgment and create such a facade
that no one man can see straight at what glares obviously
at how this town really is

living in places with picket fences and fake smiles
nothing but the pavement and the smell of lawns waning
houses cloud what really lies underneath all these people
that they are all broken china dolls

living in places that are pieced together by the backbone
nothing but pavement and sweat trying to impress
houses cloud opinions making them constantly redress
tired of redressing i live with a plan to strive away from this place.
Chris Mar 2014
Stuck inside the purgatory of the mind
Such an ugly barren place filled with the sins that covet my soul
Yet I cannot leave, I wish not to leave
For in those sins and in the ugliness I have found something
Something that I never had in the other side
Comfort, is what holds me to live in the sinful place

Bearing down the world to its thin
Showing all of its true sin
Chris Mar 2014
Living on the edge that exists on my reality alone
With no thing bearing me to the world known
Waiting to be lifted to the lands above
However no god could show that kind of love
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