Breathing an air,
permeated, soaked in darkness,
emanating from within,
resonating like a scream no one can hear
I wear this chaos well.
Though none should save me,
desperation keeps me here,
my need for innocence,
the place where I began
The abyss becomes me,
I wear this chaos well.
Are these not words of heresy,
a venom on my lips, a poison?
My spirit impurified
in everything I choose to say
With you I stand in hope that
God will save us from ourselves.
Every cry a wasted moment
until another day is lost.
Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only Heaven's silence for an answer.
And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?
Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only Heaven's silence for an answer.
Are these not words of heresy,
a venom on my lips, a poison?
My spirit impurified
in everything I choose to say
If I would shed my skin, the layers left,
but not the lessons learned
it would not undo what I have done
or grant forgiveness in some better days.
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