Before you Crush me Tomorrow Morning.

You spoke the earth into motion.
How much I wish I could hear that voice.



I figured out what sin is.

Its the disassociation from the things that are eternal.


And so far, I know that you are eternal, I am eternal, and people are eternal.
Hope, faith and love are eternal.

Sin always disassociates you from those things.

I am so disassociated from everything. My heart is totally and utterly rotten.

So I just wanted to tell you,

Before you crush me tomorrow morning,

that I'm sorry.

I wish I had given it all up for you.

I gave you my heart, instead of giving it to her.

I would ask you, to please, please,

breathe that holy fire upon your index finger and just touch my soul. Reach down through my skin, through my bones, through my lungs and through my heart, and touch the dark cancer surrounding my love for you.

I would ask you, to please, please,

hold your hands above my head and let your blood drop down onto my forehead. Down into my eyes, till it mixes with my salty tears, and runs down to my lips till my very words change form, and till the eyes that betray me, let me see what you need me to see.

I would ask you, to please, please,

Come back down to earth, and shove me into the dirt, and hold my chest against the ground, and as you look into my eyes, tell me the truth till I get it.

I would ask you, to please, please

whisper who you are till I fall asleep tonight.