This ain’t the sorta Casket I was looking for. And in my wake I’m awake once more As if never gone.
Dearly departed We gather here to… No. What is this Lord? I mean, I have closed the door Moreover. Just to sort emotions out.
I had my doubts. Was, Forced to shout them out As if devout By nature. I have faked it. Called your name in vain As if Blank statements We’re a thing. And Now it rains here each and everyday This sunken place.
Morbid and Decrepit. Leisure-less as if life’s a lesson Separate from some random blessing. It it hell bent set To Release the reckoning On my failed attempts at ministering.
I’d give my all to live again But here I am. No fraction and no innocence Hence why denizens proceed to haunt me for The shit I did.
My life it will no longer See an ounce of light again If shadows rule my darkest sins.
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