A magic box where all of your
ugliness and cruelty are forgiven
when you recite the sin list to
your priest and perform penance.
The guilt still lives in shadows
of the heart shaking foundations.

They know the finish line's in sight
  like Christmas morning running down
  the stairs to discover new treasures.
  Will they dream into another ******?
  Will the flat line alarm be their final
  farewell to a vast nothing? We'll see.

You're perfect.
I know I should love you.
I don't understand ways of
the heart and Cupid's cruelty.
I fell in love before and felt
betrayed by Eros.

If I pluck the strings of
   my worn out heart and it's
   as though an old man were
   leafing through an album
   with a ghost forgive me.
   I'm living in old photos.