This time I am the self decomposing saint
Pray this world won’t taint this vision of mine
I have been shattered too many times
Say I’ll be fine as I bestow my everything to you
As this life, uncaring for survival , forces me to
I will reap what I sew, although this body was given to two
I cannot keep memories liven, this reaper attached steals all good
So should this internal contradiction be kept written
This wick smitten blind inside has for so long been unlit by love
A dove bleeding, given from heaven, despised by greed
But who would grieve to a martyr of sympathy and selflessness
In this world bliss is shrouded, illuminated only by ego
For unholy reasons only my hell can know