
What happened to me this weekend and how my religious views tie in with it. WARNING: contains mentions of sex and alcohol.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy - Words: 355 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3004661
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For I am a sinner,
It's what I'll always be.
So why is it that God,
Should waste His time on me?
I thought I knew what I was doing,
I thought I had it down,
But then one day reality hit,
And I was slammed onto the ground.
I'm a liar and a thief,
Though only in my home.
It's the fiery pits of Hell,
That's where I'm bound to roam.
I had planned to be a sheep,
In the flock of our Lord,
But then one day of blackness,
My body and mind got bored.
The aching and the yearning,
Started to take hold,
When I saw the alcohol,
My body became quite bold.
I drank and I drank,
Though I knew it was wrong,
But that didn't stop me,
As I danced dirty to a song.
I was too drunk this time,
My sex-drive taking hold.
I didn't care who I was with,
But our lips would interfold.
Soon my mind was clouded in darkness,
All memory was wiped clean.
I ended up waking naked,
No clothes to be seen.
A guy lying next to me,
The guy that I love.
I remember thinking to myself,
"I hope he had a glove."
As sleep let itself go,
Memories came in.
Bits and pieces marked themselves,
Of what I thought was the greatest sin.
He knew everything about me,
All about my Christianity,
But why didn't he stop himself,
From taking my virginity?
The one thing I though was good,
The one thing I held dear,
I can't remember being taken,
Because of that stupid beer.
Now that the party's over,
And I've learned of my drunken deeds,
The only thing I worry about,
Is my Christianity and where it leads.
I've notice I've been falling,
For quite some time now.
I want to regain my Christian status,
But I have no idea how.
I feel so lost and empty,
Like crying, alone and dead.
I need some help finding Him,
So these thoughts stop haunting my head.
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