Nominee

It's not like this is unfamiliar
The technicolor madness
Screaming out to nothing
To no one in particular
We wait with bated breath
A silent prayer for forgiveness
For the sins of all that was once held dear
Jesus called
But you weren't there
You were lost in the silence
In the violence of solitude
The only place in which we can find ourselves
The nowhere truth on repeat
Turned to the maximum
Yet still we cannot hear
Distracted as always by the game of spilling blood
A different shade of red
Into vessels cracked by time and experience
Or a lack thereof
That can never be filled
And yet still it flows
Desperate for a salvation that will never be our own
Until the picture fades
fin.