Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Month: January, 2018

I want to feel something

I want to feel something break in my hands as I tear it apart. The release might just make me forget for a moment

We like violence because it feels good and I want to feel good.

I want to feel something pulsing against my ear as I wait on each beat. The tempo might just drown this silence out for a moment.

We like the rhythm because it feels good and I want to feel good.

I want to feel something numbing my lips as I stumble through the hallway to my room. My senses might be just dull enough that I can think for a moment.

We like to get drunk because it feels good and I want to feel good.

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Messy

We’re just digging in the dirt.

And I miss what I’ve never had.

Remnants of our skin gather on the floor.

I’m not convinced that it’s not that bad.

It’s hot and we’re sweating.

These limbs have cold.

The air feels too sticky.

Young heart but it feels old.

No organization at all

To these lies I’m confessing.

I can’t find what I need.

How can life be so messy?