pure

  
in the knowing time, you feel it
feel it in your soul
the sorrow of grieving the spirit
 
with volatile tomorrows  
and forgetful yesterdays
it's all so temporary
 
our lives
 
we are whiskey wishes
and brutal denials
reality is too daunting
 
we scream into the hollows of flesh
hoping for a moment of peace
while nicotine anxiety bleeds
yellow wallpaper sadness  
pealing inside our skulls  
 
little drops of acid
hallucinate our hope
inside the cult of nothingness
 
is God dead?
 
where is the sanctity of belief?
 
my sanity lies in shreds
my psyche switchblade gumbo
for the damned  
 
eating my sacred secrets  
leaving cockroach babies in my head
I was so very lost
 
madness gripped me
its bloodied maw
grin at me from the beyond
 
the asylums shout obscenities at me
crucified for my sins
hung by four-point restraints
Lysol perfume my soul
to cleanse me of my leprosy
 
I was unclean
 
demon riddled victim of larceny
 
unclean
 
possessed...insane
I imagined God lifting the veil to marry me
and [me] starring as the girl from The Exorcist
vomiting in his face
 
I found salvation at the brink
I was on the edge of nowhere
no way in no way out
 
then he came in and the devils scattered
he talked me off the ledge
no more midnights with foul breath
fucking my spirit
 
I was found pure