this cross is not just another fashion statement

search for medicine to heal. self-inflicted wounds. anything to purge my intake of death. water to satisfy. this burning forest in my heart. eyes roll back and pulse quickens. no life to be found. unitl i connect with the murder. i am alive in your murder. of all my crimes. none compare to this. dull nails meet bones. what a beautiful disaster. with mutiny in their hearts, a captain for his companions. no longer redeemed by my vain half-hearted charity. adulterous waters graced by such a subtle redeemer.