dirty confettied confessions

 
I was never so empty...
 
the night saw me cry
as I exhale nicotine stars
in the ally of sin
 
where I lay pieces of my soul
littered among broken bottles and trash
blown on the wind
carried away to no particular place
going nowhere fast
 
the sky smile lipstick smeared greetings
for the newcomer of the forgotten
it collected its due
pieces of me
I no longer needed
 
prostituted feelings demand payment
in an empty, rundown motel
I found redemption  
on a cum stained mattress
while loneliness searched my eyes
for a spark of life
 
deep down I still reside
hurt and alone
while he drilled into me the saints
and in my shame, I was saved
 
born to the pain
found alive in the dark
I said my confessions