Down to his soul
In the mind of a religious sinner
She screams
He can see her
But he can't hear
He knows she's in trouble
He can't do much
He wants to be strong
He holds it back
Nothing comes out
she cries
His mind calls him weak
His heart makes him stronger
His eyes are dry
Red
Glassy
Disoriented
Hydrating
He drinks blue juice
A wild pack of family dogs
Living in his yard
He feeds them spiders
He feeds them snakes
Lizards
Birds
Rats
Cockroaches
Filthy dogs
Filthy animals
He can't cry
He rips the paper in half
His tears can't fall
His heart won't let them
Abundantly, his soul cries for help
Full of tears
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