Hanging like a scimitar
suspended in the sky,
the moon beside a gleaming star
is pleasing to the eye.
How desolate, this satellite
in airless ebon space
and yet, from here
‘tis beautiful
filagree & lace.

I am like a sink full of soapy water.
Bubbly, happy, and clean...

On the outside, at least.

Dip your hand in, you'll find that I'm still
Warm, relatively clean until...

You slice your hand on the knife hidden just underneath those shiny bubbles

I'm sorry if I hurt you,

But you shouldn't stick your hand into soapy water

If you aren't prepared to deal with the damage

After crashed her past there drive home
Compensated by lust and a tattoo that says jump
I stumble into your shattered world and leave
in pieces
I am not a man of Jesus
The engine is roaring as the sun pulls the trigger
Eyes closed are opened to a sinner
All I want to do is drink away your face