Perdition

I’m as carefully irrational as a butterfly heading for the sun
As beautiful as I may seem, it all started somewhere
It will always end somehow

Please, God, this all too much!
It’s just too heavy for my wings to bear!

Cradling what my sins have left me with
Dust and memories kept in jars of mud, my yoke
A thousand miles away, still yet to leave single footprint

Please, God, this all too much!
It’s breaking the will my bones feed upon!

We’re all ashes and lies, so perfectly broken
Deprived and neglected, we feed upon the innocent
I’m the angelic vampire with the Devil in his eyes

Please, God, take this all away!
I beg you to purify what I’ve laid to waste!
It’s too much for me to bother, too deep to redeem!

As carefully irrational as a butterfly
Ignoring the frost as it overtakes me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
March 4, 2011 at 10:07 PM
I liked reading this one. Just saw a documentary called Sons of Perdition and so this title really struck me!
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