9/2/25

ashes in my coffee.

halo full of rust.

god left me on read again,

faith turns into dust.

in between static.

too loud to be alone.

half a ghost and half a sermon,

sinking like stone.

my soul's a rented room now.

posters peeling down.

mirror calls me "maybe,"

it stares until i drown.

god's got bouncers.

devil has a waiting list.

stuck inside the lobby,

nothing will exist.