Wollongong bongs

Time keeps holding its breath on me
leaving me nothing but regret
in its wake only I am left.

But still I stand.

I know that God has reserved me
for a purpose greater than
cracking safes, picking locks
bodge-jobing cars, jacking them
for scrap and parts.

I don't feed my addictions, not anymore.

Time it seems, stands still for me
sitting by a lake, watching the
descent of the sun, welcoming the
coming of night. Now I can breathe.

Breathe into me, your life sustain me
God help me now
God shoot me up now
God is heroin
But heroin isn't God.
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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