Saturday, February 1, 2014

The Infidel III

What god would place us here
Place me in the webs if your eyes
Place you in the callous of my hands
Place an unholy, unworthy, 
Pathetic man in your heart and
Place a pipe bomb in mine. 
I am unholy without faith
But I am faithful. 
I am unworthy without choice
But I still choose you. 
I am pathetic without words
I am pathetic in your breath.

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