visions of lost souls trapped inside purgatory
awaiting judgement of eternal love,
praying for a pinch of mercy and a dab of grace.
reminiscing on past sins,
forgotten friends,
and started
paths without reaching the end
incomplete quest detoured
by illustrious sluts
with tempting eyes
blinded by lust;
mental clouded from burning trees
unable to physically conceive
achieving
my spirit's deepest dreams.
waking with thoughts of my final day of rest
in peace is the goal,
but the past
may have forsaken my destined fate,
lost of faith,
abandoned by my soul mate;
unable to express pain vernacularly
so the pen aggressively caresses
these empty sheets
with letters that morph into words
that transcend into phrases
of a bonafical caliber
why is freewill harder than trigonometry
multiplied by algebra?
problems without solutions
my flesh
and spirit
constantly riot amongst one another
slugs bust
while knives trusted
aimed for the left region of my flesh's torso,
but defense is superb
steady searching for the shepherd of my lost herd
roaming forbidden pastures
tired of being misguided by self anointed pastors
sleeping with the congregation
hiding behind a wooden pulpit
so to avoid the stress
attempt to eliminate
anything that provokes my demons deep-rooted rest,