seraph

Lost in translation
 In transmutation, your effigy is born
 Under the guise of forgiveness, you turn your cheek to a world you've torn
 And in retribution, your act of saving grace
 Do you truly feel repentance, or is this your act of saving face?
 She stretches past the point of no return
 like polyester laying flat upon my stomach
 how she clings across my skin!
 I wear her loose around me like a veil of good intentions,
 knowing well her touch would likely kill me in the end,
 driving nails into my hands.
 And what I'm trying to reach is something you would never preach
 Your arrogance and my resentment coincide
 But it's every man for himself, yearning for fratricide
 Your stubbornness will kill us all
 But you'll rise to deliverance, while we fall
 Bleeding out, only to be fed by your mouth
 The things that bleed from me
 Unborn effigy
 Every shout at the sky for assurance was only met with you resting
 So I regurgitated everything holy, because I couldn't digest my blessings