Don't look me in the eyes
Until the wet is dried from them.
I cannot smile for the life of me,
For life has left me without
A smile to grace my lips with.
My heart is drenched in quiet grief
For things I haven't done, and yet
I've played a part inside this story,
The One that never should've been written,
One penned without permission.
Despite the death I still have breath,
And wonder how much of it remains.
The price of life has been deflated,
And like a cold machine,
I march to the trumpet of Control.
The deafening beat of unyielding hearts
Guide the soldier steps I take.
Into unknown territory I go forth,
Taking with me words of God
That if I read might turn me around.
For I am afraid of what is Truth.
Truth might tell me to reexamine or resist,
To face the undesireable odds.
To give in to the Soul's conscience,
And spit out the sour taste of cowardice.
But I remain conflicted with Confusion.
A traffic light screaming green and red.
My compass is covered with warnings,
Whispers to backtrack to where I started.
But I go ahead, I go ahead, I go ahead.
So here am I. Facing Truth dead into It's eyes.
The blood-red letters of GUILT
Are ribbons written into my back.
And I turn to wander off away,
Them holding on with all Their strength.