drift

Drift

Drift
Overwhelmed by tidal waves of suffocating fear
Like knives
The anxiety now piercing down my spine
Along its bones each individually
Oppressive like the cloud of smoke he carried with him
Mingled in his breath lingering laced within my thoughts
Inseparable like dark from night
Glass from blood
Tears from hate
Let the hatred drift and mingle in a sea of melancholy
Rising from my soul like the Resurrection
Blood pours down and settles in the lacerations engraved upon my flesh
I wonder if this inclination infers self crucifixion
Like St Francis and the nail prints in his hands
Would it make you love me more
And cleanse my spirit of these flames
Which hide the sanity buried somewhere
Underneath
the pills and tears
blood and glass
pain
and
drift