Where did my guilt come from
The sorrow of my nervous system
It precedes me
The clock interwinds and i am left where i came
To hurt the ones who hurt me
Feels far from sublime
I will wait until this sadness drops
Let it fall to the depths of my soul
Until one day I wake up and realise
That it was my fault.
This comfort disturbs me
Has God let me go
In my own path where I follow my own conjectures
And be blind-sided by the masses of sheep
Before me lay wisdom I cannot keep
And breathe into me so life cannot weep
Descend into my sleep as dawn nears closer
And befall my ascendency to you.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:01 AM UTC
Where did my guilt come from
The sorrow of my nervous system
It precedes me
The clock interwinds and i am left where i came
To hurt the ones who hurt me
Feels far from sublime
I will wait until this sadness drops
Let it fall to the depths of my soul
Until one day I wake up and realise
That it was my fault.
This comfort disturbs me
Has God let me go
In my own path where I follow my own conjectures
And be blind-sided by the masses of sheep
Before me lay wisdom I cannot keep
And breathe into me so life cannot weep
Descend into my sleep as dawn nears closer
And befall my ascendency to you.