puppet

I am sitting at your table pretending im not able to think, a cup of christ i begin to drink as a sink in my chair. You scold me to sit up straight, I clench my hands under the table with hate as i reach for your nails and i swollow, it cuts in my hollow chest but you said it best when you said richeous anger is like a triggerless gun, we watch the sun set and its so frightening and i want to cry, ive never been so scared to die. But there's nothing i can do. Its fucking amazing what ill swallow for you..

*communion by puppet*