Kill Yourself

I hate what I'm becoming.
Not becoming what I hate,
but I am certainly unbecoming
to the seekers at the gate.
We are marching to a silent beat.
We all sing silent songs.
We silence everyone who strays far
from the volume of our wrongs
which we see right
and we look straight,
but we walk crookedly awake,
but we are sleeping.
We are game for anything
that brings us shame and twisted comfort.
Anything to tie us closely to our sins.
We're giving in to reach the moment where
our cleansing can begin.
© 2008

PAST COMMENTS
Dani Maxson
this is beautiful, really.
November 3, 2008 at 3:50pm