A darkened room
A childs game
Two, or three, or four years ago
Memories fuzz, fact and fiction blur
Then to pass the time
Through the pencil you are recreated
Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within
Gothic imagery, dual meaning symbolism
Effortless rhyming, a flowing rhythm
Yay I have problems, I thought myself clever
As I wallowed in the muck of self-indulgence
Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within
Witness my recantation, and bind me to my words
If my pride is good for anything, then let it stop
Me going back on my promise now by you it is heard
If in that slander I wrote one true line
Its that there is nothing to forgive
And the fault is mine
Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean
Who am I to judge the greatness of sins?
I twisted something into nothing, so as we have seen
As well as without you can lie within














Comments
Just as long as in binding this truth you set yourself free, I'm happy for you and you have all my support.
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Strength to thy soul and wind to thy wings.
Sunlight to walk in,
moonlight to dance in,
starry skies to gaze upon.
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98% of teenagers drink or have been around alcohol. Paste this if you like muffins.
I am President of the Shinra Electric Company in DA's Final Fantasy Crew!
But sad? Why is it that often people hear my stuff and think it's sad when it's really not.
"Wounds do heal and you can wash your hands clean," doesn't that sound hopeful? This poem, although I am rebuking myself, is ultimately positive and does, as you say, set me free. There is also some satire in it, and it felt good to stop navel gazing for a minute and laugh at myself. Because even when writing this I am so ridiculously introspective.
Thanks again.
xxx
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Everything I've been and am all comes together in this writing hand...
Better to have lived life with all its tribulations than to have a pan-pipe crammed up your navel!
... so to speak.
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Strength to thy soul and wind to thy wings.
Sunlight to walk in,
moonlight to dance in,
starry skies to gaze upon.
I actually meant navel gazing as in being self-absorbed. But what you said is cool too!
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Everything I've been and am all comes together in this writing hand...
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