A Crimson Painted Rose For You, Dear

The excruciating pain is back...spreading it feels like.

I can't talk to...no...

It is inconsequential.
I hate myself so much sometimes.
I want to be strong when I'm weak.
I hate the pain I cause more than me.
Why do I butcher relationships?
The people I hurt the most are...
Redundancy, ridiculousness, redemption...?

Baptized thoughts, moderately alright.
Jesus Christ, don't leave me here.
Teach me to love, even, even me.
I've forgotten what life is just long...enough...

I want to hurt myself again,
baptize myself in pain
to trim away
just cut away
and see the hurt
and feel it deep in my soul
so I know
that you know
what this hate
feels like
overflowing
and filling up your soul.

Everything, everyone
just hurts.
It all hurts.
Every thought, every breath
every cry, every mindless baying purchase
bringing you right back to here.
I'm sick of temporal,
the fleeting finite
and I want it to all end.

I want to sleep now,
forever and ever.
See this body die
and my soul break free
to just fly, fly to You
and never be separated again.
By this sin, this shame;
my finite eternal Hell on earth.

I am exasperation,
I am desperation,
I am desecration,
I am the desolation,
I am the decree of blaspheme
of which you all have been waiting for.
The one who would crack,
finally snap
and realize how little has meaning.
Strip me down,
rip me apart
and take away this mountain of trash.
I'm wearing my own crown of shame
and feel it being twisted in
and the thorns cutting into my scalp
as I sit here mocking You
just as I mocked myself
on that faithful Day.

I feel anger,
enough rage to explode
and destroy this unholy
and distracted place.
Enough rage to hate me
almost as much as You
and realize how this has been a waste
a grand gesture of futile reminiscence
of just how much I hate.

I can sing
but it's distorted
and dissonance
and a dichotomy of sin,
pure unadulterated
adultery of the soul.
I was never Yours,
just a goat
playing at being a sheep
and here I am.
Just send me to the slaughter as You will
and be done with it
because I can't fake it
one more minute
or hold onto something I never knew
as this falsehood.

The one who reads this line
will think it is for them
never realizing this was never
it could never be about this
or the events of that
just the juxtaposition
of a soul screaming for Home,
never knowing or wanting this life
but being damned into the flesh
and longing for release.

I'm screaming please,
no more.
God let this pain end.
I can't carry this weight,
You promised to make it light and easy
but all I feel is the weight digging
and burrowing into my soul.
The vampires of fellowship
just draining my strength
and I want this all to burn.
What little I loved I hate now
and want to see flames
and everything I loved destroyed
just so there is a monument
to my shame, my fear and weakness.
So they know I never lied
and the pain I am in
is so real
they would kill themselves
just to be free
and I'll never
never
hear someone accusing me of faking
pretending to be ill
or
say how useless I am
because of choices I never made.

I hate this weakness
that drives my soul
to pretend
and fake
loving
and
knowing
so much hatred
because I'm afraid of love
or committing to life
and
and
and
I just long to be free
from this Hell
this temporal
that feels eternal
Jesus Christ
I love you so
that it hurts to know
the Eternal
and feel so ignored.

I am ignoble
and full of sin
and not worthy
to whisper Your name
while I lay
crumpled
dying
bleeding
in this pile of ----
begging to be named
just so I can hurt more
and it's trite
and reluctant
and full of refuse
that I refuse
to name again.
Demons clinging to my soul
as I drift like a leaf
begging to be a cherry blossom
so I may be beautiful
just for once in my short life.
Temporal as a deficient
as speaking with you.
Just leaving me more empty
as I long for less empathy
just so I won't miss...as...much.

And here again,
I dance to the music slowly
wishing for You
to consume my soul
burn me alive
and replace this pain with
Love eternal
and here
here
here
here
here
here
I wait.

Again.

At night.

Hoping,
praying,
loathing,
crying,
sinning,
hating,
not knowing
and waiting.

Please be swift
be quick to save
and revive me from
my
selfishness
sin
desocration
of soul
again.

I offered no bookends,
no blank pages
just this falling apart
sensation in my soul.
Take it as You will
and know,
just know
how little remains
as I fall
but how I loved You
before I knew You
and I will die
just to Love,
just to Love again.