Society’s Remains
Paralyzed
By the anticipation of
A ferocious angel’s
Malevolent caress
A people tickled into lunacy
By the whisper of a thousand demons
Softly calling
Each of them by name
They know you
They want you
But only one knows their hearts
and finds them in the night
Reading the internal by searching
Our breath
We are all imperfect
We are all going to sin
I think the point of life is to
Not lose the connection to God again
No matter what
Just pick yourself up and move on
Pick yourself up
From a life that was fucked over
By a woman who craved
More than she could give
With a love in her heart
That couldn’t outweigh the sin
She gave to you
And fucked up your world
Doing the best she knew how to
You realize
You forgive
You pick yourself up
And move on.
