Sordid emotions. Caught between love and trust. Bare out my organs as if they are your own. Watch as the vulchers circle the carcass of what v was. Naive to believe you. Too believe in you.

Knees to the ground. A silent prayer to an unknown god the believes in redemption through love. It's an unheard chant to the sky. Unhealthy they say and unwise. But I will. Fight the archangels and the saints and the DDevil and his tribe. I will explain the broken minds. The broken hearts. The broken child. I will plead to any God that will hear me to make you whole and make you see.

But I will not beg. I will let you rot in your defacation before I pull you up again. I will love you more as you wallow like a pig in swill. And I hope beyond hope that you are better for having left me in despair.