z_x_silas

september

im standing at the top of impossible
looking in the eyes of the last apostle
holder her heart in my hand like a fossil
petrified cold and hard
i feel pathetic old and fare
deep inside my soul reacts
deep inside your soul just contracts
and maybe i cant stand the facts
aorta snaps-- and my heart explodes
vitality erodes
and no im not okay
as my ability to love decays
im bound to the end of the day
i no longer have a reason to stay
love again... i may

feeling uneasy and there ill be
feel me breath chilling like the breeze
broken in the shadow of leaves
pain is just a tease
i could break the Devil down to his knees
rape and force my disease
bloods infected with HIV
only Jesus will hear you scream

no... you cant be... pregnant with my son
for the love of God... what have i done

temple
trigger
gun

Z.Silas Herrera