Whispers To Me, My Depression

With A Hint Of Murder

Watch Them, The Angels Are Forlorn

Watch Them, They Share My Soul

I Hide My Face To Cry

Why Do I Feel This Kiss Upon Me?

I Crave Your Presence

But The Priests Are Pointing At Me

They Have Made Me Your Betrayer

But I Whisper Your Name In The Dark


Anger Rests On My Fingertips

A Place Where God (I Am Told) No Longer Lives

A Mass Of Flesh They Love To Beat

But Not Without Identity


On Scabby Knees I Continue To Crawl

The Sores Are Open And Blood Trails Behind

Rocks And Stones Meld Into My Skin

My Body Is A Home For Plagues

I Hope The Paradise Is Good, It Must Be

But The Turbulence Makes Me Brittle

I Cannot See

I Find Myself Holding Hatred, It Clings To Me

I Killed A Man In My Mind, I Wanted Him Dead

Yes I Have Faith, Yes I Am Saved

But It Doesn't Stop My Misery

It Doesn't Stop My Hatred

It Doesn't Stop Me Wanting To Die


Yet I'm Still Here Despite The Pain

I Refuse To Believe I Was Called To Suffer...

I Was Called... To Prosper.