An angel at birth
so I assume
innocent at heart
corrupted by truth

today you lay fallen
an angel in the dirt
covered by dust
lost in the earth

traveling on
with a heart full of burden
convinced your of evil
with nowhere to turn

maybe I'm wrong
to think your soul pure
but in you I see an angel
so I will fight for your cure

I've seen what you let me
and of evil your not
your simply an angel
misled for to long

Hey you, let's get it on,
but first let me hit thing ****,
for the sinful lust of obscuring reality,
will help us fight the feelings of mortality.
As we have lived with restrictions upon our souls,
while handed down our hollow goals,
circumventing our wills,
with those little red and white pills..
So is it wrong to want a reprieve?
And not always have a job to receive,
whether it's life's responsibilities,
or our peers hostilities,
sometimes I just need a break,
and while society asks me sleep,
it helps me stay awake.

Addiction is a battle

But in me it was more so

Much like a war

I had a love triangle

With whiskey and Norco

And god I knew it was bad

But still it’s so

My will was so…

No.

My soul was still hurtin’

Man when this pain

Gets inside you

It eats you up

And alive you

Can’t help but to scream

And tears pour down

Like the rain

And you’re

Not at once safe

Not even in dreams

I fiend

For the bottle again

For the pills

Just one win

Not again

But ****

How I loved to sin

Rebelious mind against all godly.
Tryna push this pressure of me.
Nobody to stop me.
Seduction robbed me.
Started as an innocent introduction.
Befriended it's way through my thoughts and made me
fall in love with the idea of sin.

Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round!
Parents first season us; then schoolmasters
Deliver us to laws;—they send us bound
To rules of reason, holy messengers,
Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow ******* sin,
Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,
Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,
Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness,
The sound of glory ringing in our ears;
Without, our shame; within, our consciences;
Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears:
Yet all these fences and their whole array
One cunning *****-sin blows quite away.