Blessed are those who don't steal and those who heal. Those who repent and pray before every meal. The bible thumpers and church lovers. But where does that leave me? A warehouse worker, a house of none Unfaithful to some Godly one. While others are out having fun, I'm alone accompanied by rum. My cat and liquor. Remorse by lost lust, family, friends, and my vice. Some say drinking isn't a sin for me it's the only way I can feel cleansed again.
work in progress would love suggestions. The pain becomes to much to bear. Witch is why I need to catch a hare. To begin the sacrificial rite. For soon they'll be no light. When the drums beat on. And our hums become one. We ask her for, only one more. But to cut the lamb that's in my hand is to cut my own for I am home.
I passed out on the floor Wishing for more From a whore Who just walked out that door Saying forever nomore Leaving me to be Spousebuly free Only me That's my destiny On the floor, crying for some whore In a state of isolation Surrounded by my moat of non hope, with a label on it called rope . The label so tightly wrapped around my moat of hope , squeezing out every last drop of liquid from it. Until my moat drys up for the day and puts on a brave face for those who have theirs tatted on. A forever fake face. Their faces are their coat...
My love of her burned of hate For i knew she was my fate Even if we only date I know that i will love you kate You were my dove Showing me the light But now that your gone i know they were right My friends of steel told me it was so Thats how i know you had to go I sliced and diced for hours through hoe Then i finally reached the bone
Thou shalt not steal Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wife For me those two comandments go hand and hand For thats who i am Nothing more than a mortal man The temptations were to strong But her taste was all wrong. She tasted of lies and despise. Of her matrimony of witch i stole All for the cost of one lonley soul