hollow shells of what once was
remanentes of the truth
they lie within the rotting part of me
below the flies
I believe
they’re the closest thing to love I’ve seen
under the worms
below the maggots
you can see me
afraid of the sin
terrified of tomorrow
passive, frightening thoughts of bloodlust
i lie awake
put the bag over my head
to float like a balloon to heaven
no air, just He
where i can see tomorrow with no fear
it’s the ones that love me dear
that I can’t see
im blind but I can still feel