He seeks so often
to cure his pain
with drugs and fake love.
But his nights
Just end the same
with crows and fake doves.
He takes too long
to get out of bed
Because he went to sleep restless.
And his day starts
with an unceasing dread
Because he went to sleep helpless.
He brands himself
with each mistake
and watches his wounds become infected.
So that he can feel the pain
when it starts to rain.
and let each drop eat him like acid.
He agrees with the churches,
that he's too sinful to save.
To let go of himself and let Jesus amaze.
But his loneliness floods
his empty soul's cave
As he lets go of himself and says it's Jesus to blame.
He's a lost identity
searching for a seed
of hope to sprout through his deserted heart
And even though his own tears
will be the water to nurture,
At least he would grow strong enough to embrace a new start.
Helplessness has captured the victim, but all he needs is hope to grow.