Lead me not into temptation
And deliver my evil disregard
Redeem me of self-consumption
And look me in the eyes
As my first smashes the glass
On your picture
In a fit of passion
Unfit for public tears
Forgive me if my words are
Unorthodox but my mother
Used to tell me nobody would care
The early morning sun rises
In a fiery burst of anger
Eradicating the deep cerulean blue
Into a giant patchwork conformed.
The winds pick up, fiercely
Raging across the deserted mesa
A familiar scent of dragon pearls
And earl grey
Whip across the rocks
Waiting, reminding me
Of a poor little girl who will grow up
Without knowing her father
We wait for light
But behold darkness
Because without gloom
We would have no comparison
Moving mindlessly
You look for redemption
Of yourself
And your passions
With little to no regard
For the passions you fuel in others
But it will be alright,
She told you
“I will forgive you, my love.”
Drink the wine
For it is my blood
Eat this bread
For it is my flesh
But whatever you do,
Don’t surrender your heart to another
Bless me father
For I have sinned
I have lost track of the finer things
To be complimented
By Sherry or fine cheese
I have spent too much time lost
Wandering aimlessly through
Our vacant wicked garden
Let’s perambulate
In the catacombs
And envy those
Who came here before us
Let’s drink the Dragon Pearls
Dancing across the valley
Waiting for a broken heart
While standing in the midst
Of your bed of rain
And as I walk through the valley
Of death I shall fear no evil
For consumption smothers my fear
And entangles my passionate
Dreams never written
And words never spoken
Which enrage me when I think of you
You know how much I cared
I cared enough to drink the wine
Your quill pen covered me
With words of apathetic lust
But now I disown this
All of me
All of you
Alas you possess my truth
Those of us who choose darkness
Have, yet, seen light
Among the strong,
We are like the dead
Give us this day
Give me my day
For there is no justice
And there are no morals
Just jasmine studded raindrops
Glistening in the snow
Or would you rather bathe?
With the red violin
In your bed of rain
You have set me down to die
And I fear that this is not the end
Death’s boatman accepts no bribes
I asked you to set her free
Suffering produces endurance
And endurance produces character
But where was your character
When you looked me in the eyes?
When you felt my heart?
The mind is everything
You told me
“What you think, you become”
But if I were to not be punished for my anger
But by my anger, where would we stand
In the deep diamond studded sky?
Would you still say
There is nothing better than
Where we stand in this moment?
Forgive my trespasses
And forgive those
Who wander aimlessly
Dwelling in compassionate apathy
Deliver me from my blood red sins
And lead me not into self-consumption
