You and I as Angels & bloody Indecision

Sometimes decisions make themselves, and we're left to agonize over accepting them.

Good and Evil as Angels, Indecision,
and some bloody Decisiveness


facelessly lying on a cross
certainty oozes from every vein
no blood reaches my heart
and no blood reaches my brain

i cry like a silent movie
unable to form the sentences
the arches float in my head
and they carry sharp penances

vines siphon off my arteries
committing the final theft
my limbs have all gone numb
and there's no direction left

my face becomes a mirror
reflecting the truths without
the morning star rises
and only spawns more doubt