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
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
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
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