I would like to meet my true potential
I don’t think he’d be so provincial
I’d like for him to be influential
Maybe even presidential
And life would not be so abysmal
Hedonistic ways not quite so sinful
To friends and family essential
Words not so banal and artificial
But instead heartening and meaningful

Melancholy bliss are your breaths,
Romances a heart straight to exile
Leaving only your desolation,
Death ain’t got a dime on you.

The salesman of disillusions
Happily shredding logic
Greedily you give all we loath

To observe,
An impending demise
As grace gives way on your grasp

Effortlessly Collecting pearls
Coming afloat our seas,
For your own vanity.

Melancholy bliss are your breaths,
Romances a heart straight to exile
Leaving only your desolation,
Death ain’t got a dime on you.

Her beauty was almost sinful,
but taking my eyes off of her
would have been blasphemous.

Are you the Heaven’s gate keeper?
Is it your calling to terminate?
Have you walked an inch in my shoes?
Do you know my sorrow?
Do you know my blemishes and what developed them?

No

Yet, you judge
You say I am sinful
You say I am
a fool
dreadful
ungrateful

But

I am hopeful
Beautiful
Faithful

I don't need your flocking.

Formed out of anger and pain
You are my Sinful Blessing

You grew inside of me
and made us a collection
of recurring nightmares
You are my Sinful Blessing

You are my Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Both my Hate and my faith
You are my Sinful Blessing

Deeper and Deeper my Wounds get
And slowly the truth was no longer untold

I'm sorry
I'm Sorry

But how long do I have to wait?
How many sleepless nights do I have to spend?

The truth untold is no longer mask

Drink up

Will I see you tomorrow?

Will I miss you?