You come to me for salvation,
an escape from the rest of the world
I accept the invitation but far too soon,
intentions get lost.
A friend or an enemy? I cannot decide
Should I stick around, or should I run and hide?
I am not a savoir anymore
I am not your savior
I am here, and have always been
I will always be underneath you
Another’s thoughts are lost within mine
I am not a deliverer anymore
I am not your deliverer
Be my lasting impression, the one I run to at day’s end
My heart is yours but it is bound and broken
I am not a rescuer anymore
I am not your rescuer
I cannot save, I cannot sacrifice
for there is nothing left to give here
nothing left but wasted space
I am not a savior, not a deliverer, not a rescuer,
only a vice
My arms are always open, but always full
My intentions are always clear and honest
but they are turned cold
because I exist only in frailty.
I cannot save, I cannot redeem, I cannot rescue
I can only love

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