Signed confession

Indifference calls the darkness down, upon a soul already at midnight.

A heart fed of lies, slowly chokes with empty resolution.

His soles, tangled roots growing deep in soil rich with indecision.

Those bloody hands reaching for one more murdered absolution.

If times a man’s righteous judgment, then these guilty words are a signed confession.

(This was written awhile ago, at a very low point in my life. Felt it necessary to expel this demon) 

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