Torment me now,
Sinner,
Dig my grave for me above water
Make it so I gasp at every sense
Every breath of every word
Make me question my own doings
Make me second guess whether the flowers are watered
Let me breathe fresh water again
Oh sinner
At 14 you knew just like I did that what you did was madness
My body drowning in your filthy blood
Pouring, through breaches of humanity
I, found solace in the sea that almost broke me
But now Broken I find myself wishing I had drowned
That I too had sunk to the depths of your feet when given bounties
I, treated you like an Angel
Make my wings sin again
Make me feel like a child again
Torment me now
Sinner,
How does it feel to lose all three of your children,
have them ripped from your hands,
but it seemed like we walked here,
seems like we’ve been crawling in what seems like a lifetime
and maybe this time spent of life was much less worth living
only jottling between these alloted spans of time
these seconds that would make up minutes that would make up days
they would say one day at a time,
but yet the hours would not end,
yet the time would not run out,
gasping, running towards an end,
the end of time not knowing it was not my time to go
Dear Sinner,
Torment me Now,
Pray for my body to be laid rest, in peace,
under ground,
for your womb was never my home,
only shredded pieces of calamaties and tragedies
my brothers bodies with broken jolted backs,
with daggers for eyes,
and soft hearts resting on lips to love
now they too lay bathing in bodies,
with heads just above the water
to gasp,
in bubbles of air,
to breathe again.