We pinky promised
God and me
If He forgives me
I have to forgive myself
So I agree
And then do the most blasphemous thing
I refuse
I drop to my knees, I refuse
Hand gun to the sun
I know I’ve done it now
Too shrouded in a ritual of self destruction
To back out now
So I aim to kill
And I refuse
And I’m going to hell
**this is my image and my poem**



















