Monday, November 24, 2008
she is sanctuary
The Living End
My Joan of Arc, my merciful martyr,
How can I ever count all the different deaths
You have saved me from?
The bitter resign
All buried alive by the avenging angel of your heart
All laid to rest by the never-surrender of your soul,
All burned beyond recognition by the bonfire of your spirit.
Resurrected, I survive, an apostate,
Reborn as an apostle of you,
My new religion, the living end.