I guess silence is not an option at this stage. I've been comfortable too long now, turn the page. I see shadows all around me. But to me it's proof of Your light.
All of my sincere apologies. Have been redirected unto you. It seems our halos have become. Simply loopholes that we use. . For redirection. Of our imperfection.
It comes in like a flood. And shoves off just the same. Never a warning. With no one to blame. . And not even time can offer a remedy. Like a knife through my heart.
Whats it gonna take. For the dead to wake in me?. What does it require. To understand this fire inside?. . I want to comprehend. Where you start and where I end.
Trying to catch this phenomenon is like trying to capture a flame. Everyone wants to save the world but no one will take the blame. And when will we learn the end result of our negligence.
I have heard about the days of old. About the men who followed You. And how they saw the supernatural. And became the chosen few. . So I come before You now.
Subliminal images crawl upon my screen. Taking what is meant for good. And making it obscene. . Im growing numb. But what is wrong and what is right. When did I start to lose this fight?.