The more merciful love is the more I yearn to cry
for life has decorated me with offerings of discomfort
I can't hold on to an aching heart for which I abide by.
living in oblivion, an opening, to hellish earth
as nothingness is seen through the eyes of a victim
I ask whole heartedly for an instant rebirth.
I do know that I am adept and have wisdom
I also found out because I'm clever I know the hallowness,
a falsity which makes my uncertainties fearsome.
Where I am heading, I do not know. What am I to do next?
It is a fact that being sober I am able to openly ruminate
with displays of obscure images leaving me perplexed.
Do I have the time to think about the past and contemplate?
Awkward questions yet they need to be answered as such
for if I have to live soberly, logic, I have to reinstate.
Did I really do that? Have I possibly give pain that much?
Why all these visions? Why am I feeling this persecution?
I did something for the best yet I'm facing a dire judge.
Damn the time that I was leaned towards the evil solution
**** the growth of the grapevine and **** the winemaking invention.