Whitewashed
Behind that smile
A rage that has destroyed the self
Anger led to hatred
Hatred has led to wrong belief
And the cricle of toxicities
Continues to deteriorate me
May I sit in a silence so deserved
Every breath is a chance to breathe anew
Beliefs die hard
Habits die with a bitter fight
Is there a light to guide
Is there a fight to fight
Bitterness between my teeth
I’ve lived dying of desire
There’s a fire to fight
Beneath my bones
A liar’s bed is cold
A bed of nails and barbed wire
Have left scars upon my soul
Wounds that I use to exploit Grace
A festering mess of rot and death
Save this wretch, Father, turn Your eyes upon my heart
Turn your eyes upon all of me
Save me from this pit
Balance, bring into balance my heart
Bring into balance my soul
These extremes are wearing paper thin
Come inside clear the whitewash away
Pen and ink are oft used as ammunition
Gunshot emotion
A bloody ocean
A heart caught in the motions
Reveal, revive, and cleanse this soul inside
Meoldic memory for the...