Skin Poem by chris argumenti

Breathe the words the words of the lord
That you were too terrified to ever speak
And I will inhale them into my mind
And spit them back at your feet

Its something sad
To always quote convenience
Lest, We fall and break
And use this presence to assemble our missing pieces

This is the typical,
Yet you feed your children lies
But still somehow expect them to live
Upstanding, 'Righteous' lives

The understanding had become sick
And the faith, thin
The only thing that is exact
Are the obvious yet concealed scars in you skin.