EXEMPT

My mind pours me a cup and I drink it.

It does something to me and suddenly It doesn’t hurt.

These are my drunken thoughts.

I’m on my knees; this is a prayer.

Weeping, crying, begging the skies

Breathing through salted mist

Oh, to be drunk like the stars

To be loved like the moon

Tearing apart every piece of me

One thing I ask;

Exempt me.

Let Corinthians remain a verse

Because it is neither patient nor kind.

It fails. It is self-seeking

If the King’s songs were true

Wouldn’t it be strong as death?

A blazing fire, unyielding?

I’m begging, stars blurred in my eyes

My breaths uneven

Hysteric

Exempt me