Rot

Let my body rot while I pray
Let my soul die while I thank
I am here to worship (and suffer) while painters observe me
Such weight of sadness and regret I use to be so joyful yet still have made all of my choices to date
I by no means feel the gods are beneath me... My old age has simply shown me the cruel and selfish nature of them.
The god of gods a rapist and hypocrite
Yet strangely I would give an evening to sit with him and discuss his deeper reasoning. If he had any.

-Sleeps

My Dear

My dear
Don't be so cross dear
A sentimental burn dear
A scar wont hurt

Yes dear
No faith placed in a cross here
I'm loving all the time here
Even if I'm bored

Soft clear sky night blue
Scream at moon

Sometimes hurt / Don't be so cross

My dear
Will you move near?
I can't stand the beer just want to be with you

But you don't want me here
You don't need me near
So I sleep until it's clear that I no longer feel.

- sleeps