Responsibility For Your Crimes

Decompression like amphetamine retrievals, you dive into a sacred pool littered with ritual remain. This is no cancellation of your vows, this is no redemption for your sins. Nor is this a place you go to without vision, not a destination you’d ever wish to call home. I am caught in the eddy of all your former fires, I am swept under the rug of all your cruel desires. Lead me to some land so circumspect and without leisure, I will find it liberating while you were hoping for a form of torture. Don’t follow me there, don’t even try to say you know what it is you cannot destroy. I cannot live where you live; You cannot breathe where I go for air. I am not redeemed, don’t hope for any better- You’d be so rudely disappointed by these results. I came here of my own accord and I shall leave on those terms- Those days of discovery, those days of learning and receipt. Hold the record, stake your claims. Don’t misinterpret what it means to me. Don’t hold recollections of our hearts’ demise. I drew no line in the sand- I never urged you to cross with any misinterpretation. You dream like scorpions crossing desert pathways- no malediction nor cruel intention. Just a complete lack of ownership for your crimes. And avowals of responsibility for all our ruined times.