They say
He made us
In his own likeness
So why the fuck
Didn’t he do
The same
With kindness
Our Father
I no longer go to confession
For who is He
To mete out my punishment?
As if in just one session
There could possibly be
Anything close to moral replenishment
Hail Mary
You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands
I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans
Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression
Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession
(Originally Posted 07.04.2020)
The Insomniac’s Paradox
Why should I bother
Going to bed
When there's nothing
To wake up for
Why should I bother
Waking up
When I enjoy sleeping
So much more
‘Meat Is Murder’
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed
Your murdered bird
I can’t think of anything
More absurd
Than to eat your friends
On Christmas Day
Proclaiming such abuse
As the Christian way
Sanctuary
Never more than when
I’m in a room full of people
Do I feel most alone
All I want to do is beat
A slow, silent, steady retreat
And find my sanctuary at home
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 