jumping_spider

Is their a surgeon in the house.
Too cut this out, remove this cancer. . .
Burn a hole through my heart.
Is their a priest willing to exorcise my spirit..
Destroy my soul.
So I may live without this pain,
Become so much like them.
Lose this weak assed view of love.
Forget the bonds of friendship and civility.
Become a predator among men.
The purifying flame to their corruption.
The truth that they hide from.
On the top their waits a moment.
A simple choice of yes or no.
Will you give this up for another?
Or are you willing to take what is theirs. .
So you may live again.
Forget the church, the books,
The ones who claim to know.
What do you see when you look into the crowd?
Loved ones, or the enemy?