You stand before me

Asking em how to kill the ghosts

While the depths of your depression

Eat up every sacred it

Of the temple of your eroding body

 

You stand before me

Begging for my truths

To set yourself free

Swallowing every blasphemous word

I utter

 

I stand before a God I do not believe in

Because if forgiveness is a virtue

The rapture is a sin

My own disbelief will chip me away

Until my worthless bones are shattered over a stone altar

 

I cannot tell you what I do not know

How do you kill the ghosts when you are one?

-Theuncreativewriter

Hi! I’ve been an avid writer for years, and I recently decided to post my works on here. I update them every Friday. There’s much more on WattPad, under the username VivaSieste, but you should check them out here, if you feel like it!

The first piece I’ll be posting is going to go under a poetry tab and it’ll be called Ghosts.