The road was hard.
Your eyes looked far
to see time roll on
forever.

An arrow’s heart
that never starts,
but always point on
until forever.
Punctured veins
dripping stains
of holy affirmation.

And to the god
you thought was there
hoped he stood with you
dreamed he cared
instead you found
he was never real.

You raged and cried against the night
to steal back some forgotten light,
but left this life
a bloated broken ****** fleshy blister.