A SAINT FOR A SINNER

A prisoner of your alluring gaze,

you drag my heart with bloodied chains.

Bested the demons I unleashed,

you pierced your way into my skin.

The forbearance you hold, I cannot shake.

Apocalyptic, for my pride and hate.

I show no restrain from owning my scars

And I have never cried mercy for my stars.

I will live long with this stone-cold heart

for soft things scream death to my being.

A sharp taste, your love on my tongue,

I say captivity and you say home.

A saint who buried his sanctity

is what they say about you for being with me.

Your pious love cannot redeem a sinner.

Oh beloved, I am made for the hurt.