On his deathbed he smirked,
Knowing he would leave behind
His sins with the rest of his mess
Death, after all,
was just eternal blackness.
Just as he took his last breath,
He stood there gloating
Proud of everything he'd done wrong
Till the smile vanished from his face,
As the lights came on.

You look at me and see a reflection of an image
An image based on assumption
Assumption based on a stereotype
A stereotype based on insecurities

I look at you and see a person
A person with a unique life
A life with a complicated past
A past with a promising future

We look at each other
You judge I wonder

I will agree to disagree and listen while you share your opinions, kindly please realize I understand your misunderstanding and I apologize with the sincerest heartfelt pity

Running amok whilst standing in place
When we pretend to strive for something, we actually slow our pace.
Defiantly we try to resist our fate
Defiantly we deny true happiness
What is it that drives us to this?
Fear
Nobody wants to alienate themselves from their best friends
Even knowing they won’t judge
We are afraid that, on some level, they will
Why do we fear the judgment of man more than the judgment of God?
Lack of faith
This is what I lack most in life
This is what I seek in life
But I’m afraid.
I’m afraid.

closer and closer she comes for me
not even the ****** mary could help me now
i've tucked myself into the floodgates of my mother
and now i live to fear the wrath behind those closed gates
suddenly, mary closes my leg onto the gate and i knew
that my time of reckoning had come
holding onto the belief of resurrection,
and then the gates of my mother have implored themselves upon me
leaving with my skin and soul
yet the worse is to come as the insides creep forward
and the sins inside of myself pour down from the inside of her
burning the corpse of what i will be and what i was
all that remains is the perfect son
and i am gone.