When i say "I surrender who i am"
i just want to scram
from the horror of my sins and yet
i can't cash in
All the futility and morose grieving
doesn't bring me to Eden
It scratches scales and leaves me bleeding
from unquenchable tears of frustration
In the hopeful proclamation,
that "life is good" for the takin
Joy and strength breakforth
and silence the anxiety with in
For better, for worse, in pain and shame
contrast the light that blinds and scratches
the slime of shame
from tridents touch to suckers punch and back
to Saving Grace
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