to see not

Inside I confess that iam listless in rage
ravishing upon a mission of sorrow as if lights
were my alibi for the death of me smelled of
mistaken asipiration in search for a god clued
behind my eyes..

Quivering in madness I call out unto the idol
that iam  wrong for im circled in patches reading heathen
bowel and not break so on
I challenge that inside I feel wasted abstruse and confident
be it I may pray louder then trumpets roaring over sorrow
painting me in shades of pale

As I write a psalm of raging angels dressed in attributes of
creations killing verses of an exodus dose of belief as so I dressed
to feel searching for god too reason that I am change  Meek
yet blossoming into a imbicl crying unto a Vatican grace of voice
Where my eyes bled out what ive searched to see along my roars
Clothed in my alibi