Writers Sin

 

 

you call this love real

you call this love faithful

but I’m the sinner of lovers lust

 you feel my heat

 you fell to my knees

 

this sin this life this lie

you called it your truth

to find some form of safety

in its dying hands

then turned to dust

in an ashes to ashes method

lacking the physical death

 

breaking hearts and minds

tearing bodies anew

for the safety to collapse

and those wonderings eyes

left to questions

did you love did you care

did it matter

that time spent

leaving the broken souls to despair

 

you saw your lies

you wrote your trust

your version of wrongs and rights

the writers sin

the writers life

the creation birth in b*****d hands

you called it love

you called right

you called it holy

in a way that never met divinity

 

in the end you set to flame

past and future possibility

raise higher rise higher

consuming the child

burning the mother

leaving the title the tale of only a wicked father

 

this is your gift

this is you proof of sin

that as man we deny

that as man we pretend does not exist

this is your proof

that the dreams and the nightmares

took to reality

before your potency came to life

this is your proof

this our undeniable lie

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:48AM Fri 05/23/08 'Remember the Name' Fort Minor going with the music�s flow, mind just going, on the brink of madness or insanity something, that un-nameable something (Typed, House)

Reviews

[Katy Otto]

This has a strong sense and rhythm.
Like it catches your mind until you've read it many times,
and take every line as serious as the last.
I loke it, a lot.