He Lives

How could i ever seek refuge in you...
This problematic situation stems from the depths of my unknown.
The roots that mend and tangle within this time of light called liquid amoung my surface.
Drowned and submurged in the bellow of the beast, who are you to speak of such speech?
Captivated in my own captivity, it was the sound that curessed my
soul for lust.
Crawling between this fortress of this corpse that embodies me,
I grow strong.
Find me twisted in the black, and carved into his arms. I
grew patience there and for that, i seek his refuge. To build upon the lost and to prey for the criminals; i believe we are all thiefes.
I could count the blessings of my sorrows and to sow my chest back together from the bullets of trust and love that had forsaken me.
So where could he be?
The raw that has
betrayed me.
Forever lost in his soul to mirror my own faults that have driven me-
I could be as it may, but a lie in progress, or live as it may be...time and in this space-
Mortified in this situation and birth my deceit-
The choice is forever my path towards the hells of the rightious...
He still lives in me.