my talk to god

Written by: eddie merritt

Birth of another day
Beaten paths of the everyday mad
For The green precious
Cluttered repetitions and replayed greetings
Within ritualistic meetings
Something same place 
Occultism just border line from bleeding
Rat racing til the days completion
For the same luxury 
All for the same reason
When the night sky lays high 
Head resting on skyline
Periodically showing its full eye
Can help but look up and ask why
Where to am I 
Which way 
What day 
Split open my chest and give it all to the sky
As the wind blows gently by
Kissing my soul and caressing my skin back to dry