Amen

I walk out of the mist

I walk out of a dream

I walk out the panicking crowd

Careful not to step on carbonized bodies

I walk out of waterfalls of fire

No footsteps are left behind

And with the coldness of a Medusa stare

And with the madness of a desperate composer

Dripping in sweat

Writing his requiem with his proper blood

I walk into my personal inferno

Halle, hallelujah I’m on fire

Halle, hallelujah was it my desire

For the times I questioned

For the times I lied

For the times I made love to random bodies

Miserere Domine

For the times I killed

Killed the desire

To satiate a flesh under galloping hips

Miserere Domine

For the times I longed in copulate

To copulate with the angels

For the times I didn’t suppress the feelings

Feelings of my human halt

Miserere Domine

For all the times I would not resign

To the incapacity of wingless being to fly

For all the verses I psycographed

For all the songs that I have bled

The alluring false ‘Je t’áime’

Could not feel the Calvary pain

Now I understand the post intercourse depression

Now I understand the reason of my questions

Verily I say unto you, turn my wine into water

Sooth the burning, bring the morphine

Let there be light, let there be Dike, but

Lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from evil

Halle, hallelujah I’m on fire

Halle, hallelujah was it my desire

Lama Sabachthani