I walk with the faithless.
Find comfort in their empty apologies.
Find kindred in the pain we share.
The lost look in those eyes.
Walking in a shadow.
A shadow of lost love.
A tragedy not answered for.
Unacknowledged love.
All forgotten.
Sickening rage.
The bitter taste of bile.
Ever more on the tip or our tongues.
I talk with the faithless.
We all lost it some where.
Finding truth in reality.
Finding solace in the black of our closed lids.
Forsaken unanswered prayers.
Undying wishes.
Dusty hearts.
Empty footsteps.
No one dare follow.
Can they see us walking?
Asking of our charity.
I can believe.
Going to hell.
My original sin unwashed.
My dirty secrete.
Take to my tomb.
Burn my carcass.
Damn my soul.
Will it affect me?
I do not believe in mercy.
No greater power.
Dust to dust.
Ashes to Ashes.
Blasphemy committed every day.
Saved again all forgiven.
Heinous crimes.
Suffering unrewarded.
Saint sent to hell.
So I will just stay in this path.
Walking with the faithless.


 
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