We Live So Red

We live so

red

and cry

ugly

by my brittle bones

feel the scalding

water

to cleanse us

and set us free from sin

but little do

the holy know

there is no freedom

there is no wrong.

to play and create

ideas

is to be crowned sick

in need of your prayer

and heaven so close

be a kneel away...

i must be plauged.

my spirit does not go under...

be clean and pure

zombies.

id rather myself dirty.

and think