SINNERS

If the sky falls crumbling down our feet, and the eyes are stagnant no more.
If the wind fill our lungs until they burst,
and breathing cuts like a sword.
If the light is what brings us darkness,
and if the words are what empties us,
then we will close our eyes,
and stay very still.
Silence will feed on us like death.
If that silence is what tears us apart,
then, we will let the night crawl,
like weed on our skin.
We will roll the cold into a cigarette.
and smoke ourselves out,
until there is nothing left of us
but ashes.
Our fingers have the same stain,
We are painted in the same black.
I know a place to become whole.
We both need to burn once more.
Let us go home.
We need to purge again,
just so we can sin again.