My house is alive
Filling with music
No freedom denied
Melodic entrapments
Call to your soul
Endear themselves to it
They fill a hole
Repentance of sinners
The church asks for this
I’m sinning right now
In a pool of my own bliss
And it feels so good
Flowing through your blood stream
Takes you away from reality
Then into a dream
Awake in this plane
Of astral existence
Everything is peaceful
Nothing is resistance
And sitting so nicely
I think I would kill
For a way to make
All of these feelings real
Tell Corey what you thought of his bad poetry.
