Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
I retreat, for I am a worthless and unrepentant sinner I will not learn the error of my ways. I wash my hands—struggling in vain to erase the blood and filth from underneath my fingernails
My heart is heavy, so I must learn to lift it higher My legs are tired, but I will not stop running.
I must dismantle all that I know. I must deconstruct every piece of my identity. I must break myself down completely, if I am to ever build myself up again
And once again, I look for salvation in you when all else has failed, you are my refuge
With one touch, I am restored We become one I shudder. Are we a sum or a compound?
But what more must I question.