Standing at a moral crossroads and the devils waiting for my answer
A shiver tunneling through my spine
Heavy lies this blanket of guilt for past sins
Every transgression grease penned to my back like a road map of wrong turns and condemned rest stops
It’s almost as if there isn’t anything left of the man I used to be and the reality is hazy
From era to era our sins have bled away through a papercut leaving the clots to form a barricade
I am the flood, a sea of capillaries to break the levee
I wonder to myself If I’m strong enough break through
Am I the answer to the ancient question?
I think my son has an untapped wealth of wisdom that he’s plugging into his formula to see if it holds validity
Every failed idea and plan ending up a splatter pattern on the coattails of his Huggies
I feel as if I’ve hit a wall with my cause
Like every productive scheme I’ve contemplated is always beaten by my inhibitions.
I’ve tried my entire life to be reborn from any hypothetical uterus
What is my purpose? I know this time.
I’m a father and a man. I’m a lover and a provider. I’m a pacifist and a paragon.
I am the Alpha and Omega of a Legacy. I’m ending the degradation and begininning anew.
Fuck societal restriction. I am your nightmare and your savior.
Stare into my eyes and see your reflection. The gloss adds truth to your complexion.
We’re all twisted. Every one looking for the blacksmith to melt us down and make us useful, beautiful, new.
Corneas burning with rabid intensity as that tender bass line reverberates across the surface of my wine glass causing the crimson nectar to skiff across the walls of the crystalline stadium.