calling

"There’s a hole in my chest from the things that I did and the gun in my hand."

Too long have I sat still.
You know too much.
I showed you everything.
Regret lines my words,
repentance lurks in the back of my throat.

Gods presence had never
felt so urgent as it did now.
How useless,
to pray now.

I have never believed in Christ.

You stand before me,
full of hell.
Hatred growing in inches.
Cursing me,
springing forth to take me
with you.

It must've come as
a surprise when my grip
didn't let go.
Fangs sank deep into
your neck,
life flashing before you.

How sweet you are,
surrendering.
Realizing too late
that I am endless.

I am soul stealing.