towards poetic ends
SPLINTER SAVIOR/ONE LAST TIME
You nailed yourself
Right onto the cross,
For some reasons
I must have forgotten.
You wear that
Crown of thorns
On top of your head,
With self righteous splinters
Stuck in the palms
Of your hands.
Do you really think
That I haven't known sacrifice?
Every single day with you
Another piece of me dies.
That's why
There's a gun to my head.
Think I'd choose you?
Ha! I'd pull the trigger instead.
I'd slit my wrists
and write you a song.
(but you'll never hear it.)
I'd slit my wrists
and write these words,
In blood,
along these padded walls.
I'd slit my wrists
and write you a song.
(but you'll never hear it.)
I'd slit my wrists
and write these words,
In blood,
along these padded walls.
Matty Kopf 