My mind is a terrestrial landmark that’s been torn by war,
It’s the temple that eradicated the faith of many and sold myself to a crutch,
To succumb into an unnatural state of contradiction,
Juxtaposing between my “I love you’s” and “I hate you’s”
While I count on my fingers one by one,
Vacillating on this endless conundrum that encompasses my eternal sanctuary,
And I can’t help but feel so hopeless without the faith instilled in you,
This terrestrial landmark is irreparable from the many gods whom set foot within my path,
And you,
You’ve stuck your cross within the crevice of my brain and crucified me,
Depriving me of all lividity,
My walls within this sanctuary fade to gray,
And it was as though I took hold of this everlasting faith that I promised through these-
These God damn “I love you’s” and “I hate you’s” and I-
I sat here pondering the thought of my deprivation in total solitude,
To have thought that you were this grand epitome of my prayers,
Because above all else,
I’ve dug through this terrestrial landmark to seek refuge,
But my eyes deceive me into this unbearable reality that struck me in the face,
And spit in my mouth,
To have made me realize that within this terrestrial landmark,
Every cross has been kicked within the crevices,
Every cross but my own