2006-04-26 at 09:43 (poetry)

(Not the best example of my poetry ever, but it’s been hanging around, isn’t going to get much better with time, so I thought I might as well publish it.)

i lie and sign myself to lies
i have become everything that i despise
god is dead i’ll shout again
as i sign away my soul and name

how can you call heaven when you’re so close to hell?
i shall cut off my hand before i reach for you again!


1 Comment

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