The Last Saint

The Last Saint

Where have all the saints gone?

All I find here is smoke and white rocks.

It's lonely being the only one who's able to breathe.

All the others are drowning in the sea;

I am left to live healthy and all alone,

Stranded on my personal island.

The smoke lifts from the unknown,

And stones wash onto my home.

I own doubt in all my morals.

The demons are taking me over.

Love is in the water, far beneath the deep.

Inhale and hold, I can no longer breathe.

-Luke-Dakota Massey