'numb.'

see what i see
feel what i feel
hear what i hear
god doesn’t know..

thro’ the eyes of my ghost
souls lost
the horrors i keep
within this night so cold.

nowhere to roam
laid out bare
falling apart
a hunger to grasp an elders wisdom
those tears frozen to the bone
by Christ..

i have no fucking heart.

Christ..

i won’t bleed no more
so tired of scripture
verse

isolated,
confused by all others

i ain’t your fuckin' whore!

to see what i see
to feel what i feel
to hear what i hear
god could never know.

in an instant
my son..

i will take you with me

down the barrel of a gun.

© 2007 Michaela James.