z_x_silas

the focus of the moon

ive had moments of affixation
moments of manipulation
the knowledge of agony is so restraining
why do i bother explaining
the torment is containg
my heart and my soul
my plans and my goals
yesterdays really taking its toll
ive been running since day one
through glass from my past and the sun
in the darkness i breed my own kind of fun
fear of god fear of guns
fear for my life fear for my sons
my paranoia weighs a ton
hand cuffed to my desires
while strangling myself with barb wire
thank you sire
i burn within your childs fire
i live my life in udder shame
ive only had three moments without pain
i forgot one but the other two seem the same
hard pressed like blood stains
i smothered Abel and cannibalized Cane
i built my fortress out of pure shit
ive had moments of pure bliss
locked eyes locked lips then kissed
thought i was i love but i just missed
hurt so bad i wanted to slice my own wrist
broke up from the maze and balled up my fist
woke up from the haze and entered the mist
ive never had a problem with sin or strife
until gin was introduced into my life
a child abandon by Christ


--Z.Silas Herrera