Stretch out in your Christ pose, marionette of lost hope.
Your sadness at the expense of the world. You’re dying to be this. You’re
living to be this.
Energy wasted on feeling sorry for ourselves. We didn’t deserve it. Like
using a thousand apologies as a thousand excuses for making the same
mistakes.
Crusader of hopelessness. Crucified by yourself. What do you know about
suffering? So full of reasons not to see the possibilities to change this
suffocation and turn it into focus. ‘Cause we don’t need this.
Forget about your self-pity, forget about your petty problems, forget about
your small world.
