Homily in dueces, wrecked beyond comprehension.
Half starved, swelling throngs of disbelievers,
Half true eulogies eulogizing the still-living, undulating ghosts that whip to and fro between one righteous thought and one sin.
Undaunted in fear do I stand before thee.
Unheard do I scream a name that can never answer me, as the human attached to it has nothing more to give.
Haunted by my own self.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Homily in dueces, wrecked beyond comprehension.
Half starved, swelling throngs of disbelievers,
Half true eulogies eulogizing the still-living, undulating ghosts that whip to and fro between one righteous thought and one sin.
Undaunted in fear do I stand before thee.
Unheard do I scream a name that can never answer me, as the human attached to it has nothing more to give.
Haunted by my own self.
