An Imploration For A Salvation

Slit my wrists.
Let my blood flow.
Draw at my wound.
Draw my dispairity,
unto your forgiveness.

This venom,
is burning my insides.
My skin covers itself with,
scars of my past,
angry boils of my present.
My tongue lashes out,
in avarice.
My eyes redden themselves,
with Sin.

Twist this uncertainity,
from within this soul.
Let my unreason,
leave my veins.
Save me,
from my serpent self.
Draw this curse,
Unto your blessed reason.