They say you can't fall anymore than Rock Bottom But I've painfully crashed a thousand times, and melted into the Earth's Core; filling the cracks With liquefied remains of what I became...a failure.
My broken pieces caught in alluring lies and tangled Bed Sheets
Rock Bottom is every bed A boy has invited me in Because I could not accept God's knock on my chest.
Rock Bottom is every cigarette I've shakenly put between my lips Because I could not let God's words fill me.
Rock Bottom is each step away from my Body Because my soul-my remains Are left alone above someone's covers.
My soul is locked away in a room I can never return to. It's been captured in his bed. So I fill myself with broken glass hoping the reflection of what once was shines through.
I drown myself in self-deprecation Praying that a form of baptism Will return my soul to me...
But it wont. Not until I open my chest, Not until I fill my lungs with scripture.
My soul was captured Because God told me Who the Devil was... Charismatic, body like a snake, and Eyes filled with love...maybe lust?
But the thought of happiness captivated me And comfort was found in his arms... I ignored God- calling him a fool.
Now, I must heal and find my soul Because I didn't listen the first time.
I open my chest My lips spill with alcohol soaked apologizes And He still holds me, Cares for me, He has not Forsaken me... like I had Forsaken myself.
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