I ask of you,
Forgiveness beyond any other
For as I stand,
Oppon this broken earth
I fear of my past
Of my present
And the future I throw away
For I have sinned
Red stains my hands
‘Defence is justified’
But is it really?
Yes, he sinned first,
But do I truly have the right?
To take one's life?
‘An eye for an eye’
A life for a life
But mine is unfit
*****...
Sick...
It does not hold value
In this broken world
Where little light escapes
So I ask you,
As I take the step
Am I worthy of forgiveness?
I took a life,
In order to keep a choice
A choice I would of saved for my one and only.
But does that choice mean as much as a life?
Yes I was scared
Yes I was attacked.
Yes he sinned first
But my crime weighs more
So I ask for you to listen
And forgive.
Not of me.
But of him.
For I have taken a choice from him.
As he was going to do of me.
But as he was going to take a choice of body.
I took his choice of life.
I am filthy
Tainted
I do not deserve your presence
But please.
As I give my choice of life
In place of his
To forgive him.
For he was lost
And alone.
Like we were  once
So as I take the step into the air
I thank you
For listening
And I hope
That one day
One will do the same for you
As you have done for me
So Thank You.

Out walking. Still late night.
Houses and churches.
Yellow windows lighting temples of aquamarine stone.
Reliefs and statues looking oppon me.
Marry of marble white, give me strength.
I can't escape this burned out feeling.
I breath in and tell myself "everyone's different"

Everyone fears the ***** of Oakville.
No one cares and they all stay away.
He rusts and grinds in his pain.
Looking out only heightens his sorrow.
He ventures out only at night.
He dare not want or need.
A splinter in his troubled mind.
He dare not focus on that wich hurts him the most.
He can't let her in or even try to be seen.
Mind bound and bandaged with heartache and angst.
Deceit to him. Look away you fool.
No one will understand or even dare try.
That awfull ***** of Oakville.
Reaching out from the churches.
Dry leaves crunch under crippled feet.
Songs chime in his mind from better days as he sheds tears that burn with the ash of forgotten sunlight.
He wears a mask. Longing for love, for friends.
Companionship.
He wears the mask of the one you least understand.
To have the things in life and not be driven to cry out.
Daylight? a wife? children? Acceptance.
Ashamed.
The nasty ***** of Oakville. Moonlight will not smile oppon or suffer you.
Forgotten, denied and unloved.
The one you least understand.
Forgotten, denied, unloved and alone.