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