Bring me to my knees, <br />In an empty stone building, <br />Cold walls around my heart, <br />Falsely beautiful light of stained glass on my face, <br />And save me. <br /> <br />Hold the barrel against my skull, <br />Cold medal on flesh, <br />Look in my eyes; desperately pleading, <br />Pull the trigger, <br />And save me. <br /> <br />Make me your angel, <br />Scratch wings in my back, <br />With your fingernails, <br />Moan God’s name in my ear, <br />And save me. <br /> <br />Close your eyes, <br />Block out manipulating pixels, <br />False expectations and demands, <br />Question forced religion and thoughts, <br />Calm your heaving heart, <br />And save yourself.<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saved-42/
