Come As You Are

All of the time I’m
consumed by time.
Branching a heart
mine rusts to shine.

It’s the only organ
that I can dress up
while twisting bone
in me says enough.

Accentuate a devil
he will grandly nod.
That you and none
are his God.

I’m a banshee blind,
the wind holds no
sway on my face as I
a devil feel a scold.

I can not dress sad
a countenance mine
when already a rust
its cold hold did find.

Maybe I am a devil
deep under my scars.
Words I recollect them
said come as you are.

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