It’s a maze.
My lust: my
endless search for meaning
Inevitably
ceases and drags my feet into darkness yet again.
I’m sore.
I weep.
I have lost
my purpose.
Ounces to
litters, till I lost it all
Apparitions’
fog up my vision, of things remembered or not,
I sink
deeper.
As I bleed
out the lies; the truth as well
I don’t know
who I am
I am not
sure what I have become,
I disappear
tomorrow; hell today.
I have found
trouble, a worthy battle
Backing the Dead
Sea, I face the wroth of justice in front,
My soul is
the contention.
My life is
the truce
My love is
sick, my love is dying away
I left his
warmth, my God is Far away
In cloaks of
sadness, the only words left to say
Mercy,
mercy, lord, mercy
Forgive me o
lord for I have sinned
Can’t find
faith in my faith; hope in my world
Truth in my
heart, or love in my soul
Mercy,
mercy, lord, mercy
