delicate and open
my heart seeps devotion
soaking in commotion
sex, drugs, alcohol and soul-
-less. nothing but a blow.
taking me on fast rides,
leaving me at the top with a beautiful view and no way
exposed to the elements
energy piercing my skin
this aint a surge of emotion it’s a battle with my sin
my might wearing thin.
i’m not saying that i’m perfect
no, i’m saying that i’m far.
far from serendipidy, far cries – foreshadowed demise.
i ride in this shadow
prayers for manna from Heaven
can you let me in, can i breathe again?
for i’m in indelible motion, undeniable transformation
the greatest realm, weakest rhyme
brushing shoulders with the divine
i am at my most sublime.