The white falling robes
The unholy eyes
When the Saviour was born
When my pages were torn
When I reached to find forgiveness
And only found scorn
My fingers were worn
As if they had tried
Ten thousand times before
But only come to one destination
That I was celestially ignored.
Could it be falsified?
We follow the same road,
But when it comes to a turn
I stand shaking, terrified
Could I not have realised?
You were burdened with happiness
As the words they started to burn
Themselves deep into my skin
They left invisible scars
That I could never fill in;
But the outline would stay
Shaping everything I yearn
A half finished tattoo
It won't let me learn.
With the blink of an eyelash
My sight, it faltered
My vision altered
I can't see through what's written
Though I know that behind
It, something lies which can blind
It, but right now you are binded.
I thought you'd be kind,
But it wasn't that simple.
You drowned out what was mine,
And made me start again.
Thou and Thine
Two more lies I take in pairs
I had to take what was theirs.
I had to tell them, they had
To be scared.
Flailing flames were enough.
As I said there was only one.
But with each new person convinced
Another rebellion had begun.
The cold stone was rough,
I thought it was right.
Thou must not - I hated.
And I have seen the light.
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