In the stillness of ourselves the spirit journeys,  
Discovering our most deepest paths,
our most darkest secrets.
Binding them together,
into such a masterpiece of destruction.
So arrogant to believe that you were nothing but a piece of chaos,
running amongst the ignorant.
The ones who take your damage
and consider it abnormal.
The ones who believe your masterpieces,
Are.
Not.
Art.

Unnerve evil as though overheard in a cafeteria.
Invoke it to tremble before you.
Quivering over the idea,
that you could simply destruct at any minute. 

As to destroy its evil presence.
As to take over whats yours.
Let yourself remain cleansed of the impurities around.
Do not ingest the fact that you are unfavorable.
Because the only reason evil knocks upon your door,
is because it is quite fond of you. 

Of such innocence.
Such, purity.

Don't apologize for exiting my life.
Instead, never come back.

write poetry to your soul
and use verbs like
love
and adjectives like
wonderful and precious
and enough.

I've stared for hours at the bible.
Reading verse after verse.
Trying to comprehend what everyone else does.
Trying to find some sort of hope that everyone else has.
Attempting to follow a long line of religion,
That was cut from where I began.

In every American state
county and town

women walk barefoot
on broken glass

looking for an
open door.