A breath
of
stale air
wilts my welted
heart
With each step
it's like nails
driving between
my tender toes
With each word
a cuss
With each doing
a sin
Incredibly unworthy
am I
before your thrown
your precious hand
warm
gestures me
to step closer
It is I that turn
away from my
blessed
savior
Only to be hurt
once more
Only to slaughter
your name in vain
crying
in a preposterous manner
why it is you've rejected me
again
I am a fool
with
ideals of a faint heart
so tempted to slither
sleek
along rugged roads
and bare more than
my back can take
I consume
sin
eagerly
when you are
so generous
so perfect
so forgiving
whilst
I am
so naive