Salvation

The question of a true salvation.

Her warm rays of hope will

never fall upon this face of

darkness,

my face.

And even if I wanted it

as bad as to keep my life,

I would.

It's not true. They can't

decipher what the meaning

of this is.

 

Keep salvation at bay,

from saving my soul.

Let the darkness spread

and consume,

swallowing everything in

its path.

We, and I, have nobody

here. I am alone in this

till the very end.

Nobody wants to come

near.

Lady Salvation,

I draw away from

your touch,

I beseech your gracious

name in scorn.

Leave me be forever,

for eternity. Don't

see me like this.

And, no, I won't

repent for your sake.

I like this way.

It's my savior.

 

You are not my savior.

If ever a true savior

existed, I would go to him.

The darkness of reality

is all I can see.

You see?

I see no faith,

but death and rape and drugs.

Where is salvation? Where

is Jesus? Where is God?

Cure the pain, I am sure,

My Lord. Repent, they say.

Repent before me!

Repent...or go to hell.

 

Honey, we're already in it.

Author's Note

I guess this questions whether or not there is a savior (Christian or not). It is the choice of salvation.