The Chalice

The burning orange horizon
The mountain I carry
Will bring me to the end
I will end me

Your grip is iron
Blood slips from my teeth
You pour over me until I am broken
Melted, mended, innocent
The last time I'll cry until I see God
Here in, my hands
Sunlight, blackened eyelids, sunspots

Can't wait to end me
Spare me calamity
See me descending
Do I exist here to serve or pray?
For goodness?
Limitless, callous looming of the guillotine

When I meet my maker
He'll have to kill me twice
No more forgiveness
Just a hole in my life