Tender

From the boughbroken not soft.Crucify a Christ,the one you lost. Saved you are not,you don’t want it.Tender whispersyou desire my lips. Vacant is your soul,fill in the carnal.It is far too strong,skin covered caramel. Life runs to the endand on ground tackspierce flesh of feetonce soft now black. Fill that hole fallnot anymore love.Your savior…