Are you a saint?
Show me how to be one too
Paint me into lilac heaven
Give me the primordial freckles and specks of angels
Are you a saint?
My tears are watermarks in the glistening sun
The halo over my head is marked with love
And the sword of Damocles
Gets closer as I grow older
Words are not my Saviour complex
They just fall like ripe apples out my mouth
Purged as sulphur
Said like a:
SAINT
SAINT
SAINT
A proverbial sinner
A euphoric state of existential vertigo
I’m asked no I’m expected to know
And bubbles grow from the inside
Transcendent hypocrisy spills from my lips
Are you a saint?

-v.