See myself into a church

The guilt of my sins like smoke...

Blows off red ashes of a dying cigar

It is a cloud,

A haze

A mysterious aura of the ******

a soul without a shadow

"he is unacceptable to himself"

When the world swears upon a naked sun,

Salvation chokes on my filth,

And I watch my moon fade into oblivion

I am drowning,

Just like the priest...

Only he is far deeper...

Into the madness called hope