I've Got Something to Say

I've got something to say,
I must confess,
I gotta get this off my chest,
the words you speak are full of death-
with breath that reeks of decaying flesh.

You peeps are sheep,
following what Society Simon says,
but if we all follow Simon-
we'll all end up dead.

Christ is life,
read the words that are red,
two will go to sleep,
but one will be left in bed.

Blighted by Your Beauty

Blighted by your beauty,
I ask you if it's fair-
to shine so brightly,
O jewel so rare.

Left forever wanting-
a gemstone I can't obtain,
an image so haunting,
yet empty-handed I remain.

Trading Fate- in progress

Left to love unrequited,
By hand of fate,
The glove- best and fitted.

I'd trade this pair to find a new-
that combined our paths and gave me you.

Poison

Sin is but a poison oh so sweet,
a victim to its taste,
we continue to eat.

Wise men resist,
fools get their full,
they can try what they might,
but life still pays its toll.