ConfessionalGod watched on in terror as I changed into the person I am now.He cringed with pain as I bent and twisted into what you wanted.He shed tears as I neglected his word and instead listened to yours.But he rejoiced that you were receiving love so pure and unconditional,That he overlooked my wrongdoings, and forgave me my mistakes,Because he saw that what I had become,Was exactly what you needed.
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,Upwards, into the blue,Blue canvas of the sky
I float upon a soft cloud,Unable to control,My own movements,Unable to determine my own,Destination.I look down upon the spherical earth,I wish whimsically,Of what could happen,When I touch ground,What miracles I could,Play witness to.The wind sings lyrics,To my keenly waiting ears,My brain deciphering it,As though a thousand fish,Are flying in the sky,Calling to me.I fall back softly,Onto my bed of white,And dream incandescently,Of futures passing by,And I wonder one last time,What is meant by "sleep"
Floating down,Downwards, into the realm,Of the weak and the weary
'Murderer'On your tombstone, I'll bleed'murderer'