THISISJOHN

When is laying down like this?
To rest, is to accept this coffin
And when I stand to fight
I have no arms
My tongue is empty

So let me alone
To drink the moonlight

Your saviour is the sun
He brings you life and death
And I refuse to bow down
This time

And this holy war you love
Leave truths to imagination
And shave the rough
Until I am perfect

Carefully place back the light
For seeds of forgetfulness wrought
But flash like the images in my eyes
All innocence and blind faith
Are tainted with irresolute singularity

I long for wizened hands
With futures painted in creases
Hold me down under the waters of doubt
And let this hollow shell of a man
Burn to ashes for your comfort