Depth of the wound
A trail for the hounds,
Acknowledge my crime,
Sympathy transgresses my pride.
A Gift, a Forgiveness,
For the sad example of mankind,
I cast my eyes down…at the shame of this loss
Belief in all men
In his imperfection
Disqualifying attentive ears
Express your disregard, discontent
Decide what makes you perfect
Become one with all
The purpose of the gathering
A mass of flesh
Contorts in time
For them who would gain
In desperation we strive for the path left astray.
Deny your own denial
Of what your life fell short
Eager to ascribe to what`s outside these walls
And on the horizon
A new wave comes
Beckoning to be held within gluttony…
P.M.B.
D.S.feat.T.o.t.A.