proven to be red,

the succulent flesh beneath the skin,

wanted me to come on in,

it tempted me with a bouquet of flowers,

washed but not clean,

waged in the sin,

seared in the meat,

a dying star left alone,

a tomorrow not mine,

freeze the silence,

allow darkness in,

we beg for the forgiveness,

we fail to give,

see,

for I am not blind,

but my faith is empty,

and so is my mind…