Confession

Confession

Plunge the sword deeper

For I still feel.

It has not yet lacerated every emotion.

While the blood that sustains life is spoiled

And spilling upon the ground cold

Walked through and made filthy,

It is still what was my life

Pooled insignificantly almost as an afterthought.

The double edges of the sword

Cut and destroy

Like the power of confession

When it is truth.

Truth flowing in the form of life,

Blood

Insignificantly cold ~ on the ground.

Plunge the sword deeper

Please

For I still feel.

Help me say goodbye.