I am the
The prison I'm in
Composed of all my sin
Just how it went so wrong
Don't know where to begin
Now I'm trapped in this place
With the things I fear and hate
Though I knew better-I blamed fate
Fake philosophy and religiosity aside
From consequences-there's no where to hide...
Gulp down my soul
Enjoy my sin from within
Let the visions wake up
Vibes of lust
Shocked by static seduction
Dripping wetness of
Investigate my mind
Controlled by desire
Ragging flames of intriguing fire
Get burned from the
Minds spinning from
Love inducing medications
Chills up your spine
From the friction
Of your new addiction
Pulses ablaze to the
End of my maze
Seduced by sin
Let the cravings begin
Lying in my sea of midnight sin
I see threatening images of darkness
Looming in mirror of past misdeeds
Stung by needles of pain within
Life a destructive deception
Finding shadows in absence of light
Undulating serpents creep within
Eyes that can’t see, can’t escape
Glass of soul breaks, leaving trails
of hurt shadows and cold touch
I sleep in never ending evil
Alone, I listen to the end,
suffocated by black murkiness.
As the names of the fallen slipped from her mind,
she remembered it was a sin to forget,
the only sin left since she didn't follow Kosher,
Watch the woman in the Polish shawl,
sitting on a park bench,
watch and whisper with entertained sympathy,
"I heard she was in Auschwitz."
We Americans cannot tear our eyes away from a car crash.
Watch as her thin mouth,
moved into action by some unworldly force,
slowly forms names;
it goes on forever
and she's still in the a's
Dangling there in forbidden leaves
Beautiful Sin sways in the breeze
I pass by and avert my eyes...
But return again at the next sunrise
With a hasty glance over my shoulder
I grasp the fruit, feeling much bolder
Touching it to the tip of my tongue
I sink in my teeth; the deed is done
Feeling tired and suddenly old
I seek for cover from the biting cold
I never knew that I must be hidden
Until I had tasted that fruit forbidden
I thought of the sinful deed I'd done,
and I know it wasn't right.
Her funeral is tomorrow
but they're hanging me tonight.
I stood there in the downpour
with a heavy heart and trembling hands,
I took the life of the girl I loved
and that good for nothing man.
I looked to God for safety,
but he wasn't to be found.
I cried "Oh Lord forgive me.
If I hang please cut me down."
But I knew what I deserved,
that death would be the price.
A mighty bolt of lightning
showed me the face of Jesus Christ.
I can feel your despair
When you find that the
Dreams have undone
Your careful repairs
You hold me against you
As I lay shattered on our bed
And you murmur gentle things
That the dreams never say
You ask my permission
To kiss away my sorrow
And I cry in gratitude
Because the dreams didn't ask
The dreams always return and, for a time,
You must treat me as though touching me
Is a sin, but I know that when I break,
You will gladly hold me back together
Sitting on the sidewalk in a little fragile heap is a man whom I've seen before. I think to myself, he was somebody's baby once.
I scramble for loose change at the bottom of my purse. The sound has his attention and he looks at me with a broken and filthy smile. I smile back apologetically and empty my palm of nickels, pennies and dimes into the empty plastic cup.
Noisy commuters fill the coffee shop as I step into line. The smell of baked goods fills the air. I finger through my wallet, and hand the cashier a twenty.
Ashes of truth
that truth would
set us free
So we set
out in search
of truth and
the corruption of
of unread books
were fed on
And as the glamour