It was a dark, dark day, and a dark, dark night
The day I looked in the mirror
And realized that I had died,
Not that very day,
But a long time ago,
When I entered the empty mansion
On the unchaste road.
I flew in and out
Of lands unknown, unseen,
Far from reality,
I was sure it wouldn’t last,
Conveniently avoiding sins with words.
But who can stop the heart?
Such a vain, silly, unguarded imbecile
Beating faster as if egging on the body to move
And reach out to the sky
In search unknown stars it believes it can feel through flesh.
I am no good
As the rocks on the sandy shores,
Scenic from a distance, but perilous if you slip.
I am divine as sin
Enticing you till you fall into the depths of hell
That lay in your unsuspecting mind.
Forgiveness is survival,
I forgive all but the shell in the mirror.
Let me reach out and touch the impossible
For I am doomed to wander on the unchaste road.
That you feed the fires is all but true
That I did, is.
And I wish not upon my worst enemy to have to say the words I said
And trod on sincerity as I did
But choice is not a luxury afforded to us Beggars,
To us who are truthful.
We are bound by the truth, we chose it and we chose the consequences.
But once we have chosen, we lose the choice to hold the hand of lies
To feel or make feel, ugly numbness, fleeting comfort.
Bless you from a deceitful heart,
Even thieves reserve the right to bless.
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