7 Days

Seven days

A new deed every one. I do them on my own, so you can't purchase my soul.

I preach and I pay. My alter brings pain. But I talk you into staying.

Give me one more...

It was a struggle but being young and in love is convicting. I don't need proof, just plenty of spirit you feel deep. Sometimes it’s sickening.

Give me one more...

Your looking different. Pretending to be the same, avoiding attention. Looks bring heat, melting the weight. You're losing daily.

Give me one more...

You wanna see the best side. You wonder, is it when your eyes are open? Or closed, where no-one worries, or cares, and mindlessly blurt heartless-meaningless sayings like" at-least they're not suffering."

Give me one more...

Up and out. Your bed, your coffin, you're coughing. You're heaving your love, struggling to find where, how, why you lost, and found yourself high risk for hurt.

You need the pulpit— a torch, a bed, an ashtray, somewhere to block out the world. You spark, you fall and spread like pieces blown without care.

Give me one more...

Sore from the beating. Inspired from surviving. Sad from thriving in defeat and not seeing the win. You feel too many are gone.

Give yourself one more...

Limp forward, I’ll catch you or soften the fall.

Just one more!