Genesis

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.