Ive never been a believer
Not in the preternal, supernatural entities
That command our lives.
When chaos errupts
Or the ensuring peace in the eye of the hurricane
The feeling lingers
a want, a need arises.
Suddenly when I look at myself
In the hollowed reflection of the mirrors gaze
I have never prayed more fervently
To a god that I don't believe in
That thinks my life a sin
I pray, postrate and beg,
Til my tongue is full of blisters,
And my lips are cracked
That I could be welcomed into the silence

Give me peace.
Give me death.
Give me quiet.

For it must be hard to love someone
Who loves death more.

These badmen had an evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretensions from heartbroken minds knowing love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable as he looked apon a golden leaf only will power stopped him being a thief. As this preternal transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled men and women shoes dulled as they hearded in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a rich life. Reading there will of their destiny a solicitor looked apon them in disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. While glints from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. Knowing he's free in a meryful maze as they all wondered what will happen in his limitless time. As contenous holes soiled his body in a unmarked grave.With perfumes and aftershaves masking a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.