Atrophied by Disassembly Boy
The walls are caving in.
I'm about to collapse.
Something's inside-
or maybe perhaps
I've lost it already.
So empty.
So full.
I watch him come closer.
He pushes and pulls.
I kiss his bloody
mouth
praying for salvation.
But his throat is ripped out-
This is not an invitation.
Can't save me from my demons.
My
confession is pain,
But I love the torture when I speak his name in
vain.
Oh, God, Your sanctity won't kill this slow disease.
Oh,
do you pray for me?
I never thought I'd be
so empty, so lonely
but happiness agrees.
I beg you "please!"
My faith is dry,
my vains are flooded.
The cross I bare is so polluted.
I can't
escape as you rape
and crucify- I won't try
to resurrect
I
can't protect
my heart as it's torn apart.
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