Fiction and Memory

  1. How can you tell me Jesus can save me.
    Just leave me be
    Let me crawl away
    Pour a drink and decay
    I’m to far gone to be saved

    When you left the earth
    You physically left my side
    Where are you now?
    Because now I have the sword in my side
    Begging, bleeding, pleading.
    Iv never felt so alone
    So where are you now?

    Your people and your kings
    Are all fake as can be
    I’ll read another lie
    Pray another need
    But be left alone like a stone in the sea.

    6 months ago