I’m tired of trying to talk to you
I’m tired of hearing your voice
Of seeing your wishes.
The knife and the razor. The blood and a saviour.
Only the saviour is no longer a man but a hope that majority of your world will end
Not to be bleak
Not to make others feel sorrow
But to finally be in heaven as a whole
Your dream seems good,
The actions alive and ready
Sacrifice for an ultimate destiny
Though however, all these thoughts are not steady
My heartbeat senses the emotional poverty of my thoughts
And begins to rise up against me in judgement
My legs shake from the callousness of the ground I walk on
Like my foundations
Cold and unresponsive
Leading me into an unknown abyss
Alas. I want nothing to do with you.