Tuesday, February 10, 2009

conviction

Pricky pricky pins
all across my sins
Pride takes my balance
and I dip my fingers in
Silence creeps across my walls
like the chaos in your voice
It comes to where I am
slowly becomes my shadow
Unwillingly I stand
with-in my soul it rattles
Your eyes are drops of sky
your lips are my edge
If I could drink you in
I would never thirst again
Ah, but you've left me empty
like a shoreless ocean
And all that it contains
suddenly startles my notion
Of a bottomless plague
that i've kept here in a bottle
(I long for the fragrance of forgiveness)
Instead I tilt my head back and swallow
the liquid of my conviction

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