My messiah.
My martyr.
Are you the Anti-Christ?
You were my moon,
my stars,
and a prophet in my eyes.
You carved your promises into my ribs,
used my blood to write down dreams
of you and me.
Then you walked out that door.
I have not seen you since.
Are you a blessing?
Will you come back?
I'm starting to lose faith.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
My messiah.
My martyr.
Are you the Anti-Christ?
You were my moon,
my stars,
and a prophet in my eyes.
You carved your promises into my ribs,
used my blood to write down dreams
of you and me.
Then you walked out that door.
I have not seen you since.
Are you a blessing?
Will you come back?
I'm starting to lose faith.
