Hear My Cries

Awakened by a devil's pawn Her drunk lips fumbled like that of faun Arguing her case of insanity What was said brought upon a sickness inside of me Cursed it all and left her where she drowned In resentment, her heart still beckons and resounds Warning to all my anger draws thin To the slurred lips of drunken men Questioning my worth How blind was she With flushed eyes. Slithering in her own mirth Everything that is given must get a return Gifts given to you are from your father alone And so know this story, seared of sadness in my very home I will glorify my father, till I'm nothing but bone I will not discard this gift of art given to thee So I patiently await, developing my relationship with eternity -JW