“I look at me – I see but flesh –
Not rotting yet, but death is near…
When thoughts and dreams no longer clash
I see myself unsettling clear –
To death succumbed, I’m lost in dark
Yet realizing – I still live!
The body’s gone, but there’s a spark
Expressing one thought – to forgive.
A thought, which hardly had occurred
When I perceived with body’s eyes
Forgiveness seemed to be absurd
Replaced with hate through worldly lies.
When thoughts so dark ruled over me,
And light was seen in hues of blood,
I was determined to break free,
Tied by my thoughts – all was for naught.
Sick, sluttish thoughts – I’ve sold my soul!
Pimped my pure Self to hellish fiends –
Through my own sins they have control
The wicked rulers of my dreams!
A nightmare, living hell this is!
Why did I choose to dream such rot?
Why did I trade my precious peace,
Abandoning the only God?
The lessons harsh – I chose myself,
When I have fallen deep asleep
Into the world of seeming hell,
Into abyss of pain so deep”.
Time never stops until it does,
The wicked cycle still goes on –
A body rotting on the cross
Still prays for dreams to be undone.