Submissions by JCody

Why must sins always belittle virtues?
Judgements, sordid and incongruous, repulse me with their malignancy
My spirt feels lacerated; decorations birthed by your sharpest words
When, finally, will escape be so tangible as to congest the room with her sweet aroma?

It's the ache of the purge that weakens the will of even the strongest men in the world
And the absence of support whilst bearing the heaviest weight he's ever known
Proves toxic to man, oh isolation
Could I hold on for my life, for even one more day?

The pain of solitude stings the veins, as if the blood had been drained and replaced with bleach
Who's plan was this, to lighten the blackness my heart pushes throughout the whole of me?
I'm toxic to man, unknown but hated
But waiting to see if I'm courageous enough to laugh in the face of my tormenters......