So vague, yet so eloquent
That taken from your idiom
All that time you have mused
Yet so little is realized
From your verse, coquettish
Though I speak for myself, I am not aroused
Rise above their mirth, my girl
The wine is poison, you see?
Though it is all that you need
Pour it on the barren heath
Faith portrays a belief
Her life before me
My life she gave me
A prayer in nightmarish verse
Burning faith you can't see
With haunting auguries, I sleep in lunacy
The time you search for is not
No clock can measure the length of my pain
Misery makes a splendid second hand
So here you come, Jesus Christ
Indolent One!
My mother would die for you
If you don't kill her first
I don't want to cry for her
I don't want to cry out to you
The air seems so dry today
Heat is all I feel
As the smoke blankets the sky
And sadness undresses my eyes
I choke on the embers of devotion
For days I saw that fire
Watching their lives burn
Smelling their hope
I knew you'd send no rain
God, was it not enough they believed?
I don't want to cry out to you
As they did
