Portrait of God
the inky slithering
of the darkness i feel\
in the distance a pair
of green eyes i see
grinning in its vague shape\
some call it God
some the Devil
some feel it Beautiful
others Ugly\
unaware, my hands bleed
on the edges of the cross i grip
tightly, as if it will be a comfort
as i look into the empty darkness
and see a shape, so Unforgiving