Judgment

They twiddled their thumbs.

Holding their breaths after

Each statement, statements of

My crimes.

Every sin committed by my hand

And every sin committed by my mind.

Nothing hidden, everything made bare to them.

I felt nothing.

Nothing was felt.

Grumbling angels with

Ornate crowns and

Feathery wings the color of

Light porcelain snow.

I did not listen to their wispy voices

Full of fervor and flaming damnation, their

Eyes glistened with the

Inevitable sentence placed upon my

Soul-everything fated-everything scripted.

To be honest, it was nice to live free of an

Onerous existence-it is not worth living a

Life without being, a life without living.

I cannot do that… it is a

Vapid existence.

Even though it damned my soul-my life was lived.