Suicidal Black Friar

In a prison cell I dwell most every day And for a miracle I pray: Gods of time, Lords of reason Defy yourselves and commit treason My years are many The baggage of my past is heavy Disregard what`s in me evil, don’t deny me merit, Else heaven I am sure not to inherit The dam of my moral will is bursting The waters of my passion are churning I am the victim and I am the criminal I am the prison and I am the prisoner I am the master and I am the slave I am innocent but I am to blame For this flame that set my house on fire Awakening a dreadful desire – a slumbering beast Starving, craving for flesh - a presumptuous predator, A heat seeking animal, locked on body temperature Behold the moth, plunging into suicidal fire My true will and nature it`ll transpire