Burnt

I celebrated because what I had accomplished was good
Now the taste is bitter sulfuric in my mouth.
I've flipped off God.
I went to hell again.
A dog bit my leg and the owner had no alcohol to soak in.
Yet I still stayed.
Till the morning sun was burning bright, putrid, and yellow into the back of my retinas.
Burning down the doors I had shut to keep the demons out.
Burning my only bridge to God, it falls in little pieces twisting bits of rope frayed and smoldering.
Once again I've put my face in the fire. Burnt my money to the wind
Benjamins to ashes we all fall down without our savior.
Will God forgive me? For I have trespassed against my own brother.
Shown up with whitewashed soul to testify against what my own hands do.
This evil makes my heart race and my bones ache.
It satisfies for awhile but takes a piece of my soul never to get back snatched by the devil who rings bells in my head as if I'm not home.
Burnt like the ant under the magnifying glass.
A traitor to my sister
Red trails of rust disappear behind me.
Walls raised come down upon my feeble head.
Another stumbling block.
A cold vague after glow.

by Bodo Frog