Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My Sin in Song


My sin in song,
I want it all.
Inside I hide all of the pieces,
That fell down to scatter the ground
The day that I broke you.

I surround them like a foaming bitch,
Defending her bloody pups.
Loyally feral, by your side.
Fighting off my sullen pride.

The cracks are mine,
The sin is sacred.
I’ll find the glue.
I’ll do the mending.

My sin in song,
I have it all.
Inside I find all of the pieces,
That fit together and need each other,
To make up our twisted picture.

I archive it like a needy bitch,
Saving all of her fuck ups,
Royally clinging, to her insides.
Choking back her futile cries.

The cracks are mine,
The sin is sacred.
I’ll find the glue.
I’ll do the mending.

I’ll fix it I’ll fix it, I’ll show you.
I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll know you.

My sin is song,
I make it all.
Outside I hold all of the pieces.
That come together with perspective,
And harmonize with loving truces.

I am the monster, I am the bitch,
Dropping all of the pieces. 
Sinfully grabbing, onto low tides.
Stepping aside, shedding skin of lies.

The cracks are mine,
The sin is sacred.
I’ll find the glue.
I’ll do the mending.

The scars are me,
The skin is marked.
I’ll be the light.
I’ll be the dark.

2/22/12

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