Save Me

I don’t need saving.

I no longer wish for a savior.

Acceptance has been gained within this round mess of catastrophe.

Maybe you could teach me how to save.

But I would rather walk away, with a minor tear of regret.

God no longer hears your cries for help, so scratch away.

Go ahead and scream, because he won’t hear you or me.

Maybe you could save me from myself.

From the metropolis that drowns my cries each second.

I don’t need saving.

I don’t want saving.

Let me roots settle into this new hollow earth,

So I can rot.