Heartache Before the Gate of Grace

Today i suffocated by an anger of disgrace, of misplaced sentiment i face... bent judgement, a hord of unwated guilt wilts up inside my mind and sews a fine quilt stitched with hardened hands as life itself expands and harbours my heart... i am ill... love ill of the blind leading the blind. I find thoughts of others crippled, hung in time, a sublime sequence saturated by what we don't see as souls chained, unfree of selfish delude of prude ways rained by ignorant's bliss... i kiss your mouthes... leave my disgraced taste apon your lips, locked and sealed i dare you to breathe in and feel the pain within the pain you instill as i am ill... love ill of the blind leading the blind. I find love in unexpected ways, through the windows of the day's unopened door i pour out my soul on this canvas i create an ornate gesture of a being filled with desire, of dreames i've acquired in an unforgiving world... I hold out my heart and i cry a little for i know it's torture before it's fate... heartache before the gate of grace.