Bless You!

Lights out
You start to leave
Bite my tongue
So hard it bleeds
I'll grip you like rosary beads
Dent the pews as I bruise my knees

You are the worst kind of liar
A prophet with false hope
You offered me a stool
When you knew I had rope

My voicemail is not your confession booth
There is no contrition in the way your lips move
Where is the penance if none of it is true?
What I would give to be a saint like you

Blessed are we
The tortured
The dammed
The sinners
The lovers
That bite the hand
That feeds
That bleeds
That takes more than gives
A sign of the cross on your pretty blue lips

God forgive my naivety
A lack of sleep makes you look holy
Poison your thoughts as you pray for me
A martyr in a crusade of misery
A martyr in a crusade of misery
A martyr in a crusade of misery
A martyr in a crusade of



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Writer(s): J Kaiser
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