Breathing an air,

permeated, soaked in darkness,

emanating from within,

resonating like a scream no one can hear



I wear this chaos well.

Though none should save me,

desperation keeps me here,

my need for innocence,

the place where I began

The abyss becomes me,

I wear this chaos well.



Are these not words of heresy

a venom on my lips, a poison?

My spirit impurified

in everything I choose to say



With you I stand in hope that

god will save us from ourselves.

Every cry a wasted moment

until another day is lost.

Even lands we once called home

lie undiscovered and unknown.

Only heaven's silence for an answer.

And did our laughter, did our tears

have some purpose after all?

Did we toil in vain in hope

that wisdom came from what we'd done?

Even lands we once called home

lie undiscovered and unknown.

Only heaven's silence for an answer.



Are these not words of heresy

a venom on my lips, a poison?

My spirit impurified

in everything I choose to say



If I would shed my skin, the layers left,

but not the lessons learned

it would not undo what I have done

or grant forgiveness in some better days.