Tanned Skin.

Hold tight your crucifix
The gift of comfort
of normality.
And sharpen it to a point
that stabs the deviant friend
who ripped the nails from his palms
and got drunk off the blood.

Curse the man who grew out of his boy
forever young and blind to the pain

Running to Dad with the stone
to absolve the sinner
and kill him into God

Choose this week's messiah
I'll prepare my hole
and wait my day
each week adding to the cut

The evolution of man to monkey
monkey to gun
of gun to god
of god to devil
a picture painted by you 1000 times before
the suicidal mouse ears you bit off
have rotted and died to your eyes
salting the scars so they won't heal.

Forget, but never forgive
an act of life a hollow point
shot into your chest
running farther from the solution
to escape the problem
and sew up your wound with
the skin of your next
temporary God,
as, like with me
burns away into a sinful corpse
with every touch of your trust.