I try hard, try so hard to be faithful oh god. But not towards you but, too other things I worshipped. I shouldn't have strayed so far from where I was heading. Now, I don't know where to go, I'm lost. My vision was taken and my mind was repeatedly stabbed with lust. Fuck lust... it isn't a thing I cherish anymore. Through the fields of flowers I have yet to find something worth picking. The death of the grass on the outskirts of this field, the death feeds on life itself to live on. So is it really dead? I have found that the only way to really truly live your life is by, constantly finding ourself in these moments. Moments that you question yourself, question the people around you. The moments when you run away and don't look back. I looked back. Now I'm here again, I shouldn't have strayed so far from where I was heading. I guess I should've listened to the goddess, probably should've swam faster instead of drowning in my own sorrows. I liked the idea of short lived pleasure. Now I'm here. I shouldn't have strayed from the road to where I was heading. God if I may ask for mercy... I don't want to feel pain anymore. Can you do that? Instead of flood all of humanity can you flood my room? Leave no cracks for the water to slip, leave no warning just in a snap of your heavenly fingers. I want to be somewhere I'm accepted. But I don't want to die. I want to live with you. I know what you'd say.... "in time my child" I don't have time though, the more time I have to more I sin. The more I sin, the more I can feel my shadows thickening, and my light darken.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
