Your Imaginary Savior

Imaginary Savior

In your eyes I wish I wasn’t so unremarkable.

Imaginary Savior.

In the Comfortable facade you have wrapped me in,
MY wings have been stripped, tattered feathers.

On a cross you sacrifice me and LOVE.
On a mountain far away from Calvary.
Though it feels like I hide in Suburbia.

On the ground below me no frankincense.
Just the myrrh – myrrh of my own voice trailing to the abyss.