quietly now, the house is silent.
"what do i do now?" said the bishop to the priest. "it seems the brightest star has fallen out of my sky"
i would shake my head, brush off the thought, because i knew it could be.
it couldn't be..
it could. and 'tis.
how could i have known, that i was capable of murder. i murdered it.
i am in denial. in my mind i refuse to accept, that my actions fall so far off their purpose. it should as plain and clear to me, to you.
in that sky, can you hear me? can you hear my dry throat as it cracks when i plead?
i am bleeding her dry. what i think heals, probably tears open stiches. but i know no other methods, no theorem i can apply here.
i take pride in my ability to shut the fuck up..how i made it a perfect ending.
i have to fight, i must fight! it's my bloody, bloody crusade! but i would stop if you told me to, because it's You i'm fighting for.
now my fingers tremble, i feel the blood drawing out of my veins. i know nothing! i have no knowledge!
i was only pretending to know it. belief has clouded my decision and judgement. my calm turned into some brackish angry whirlpool.
i have never known anything else worth fighting for, to be better for.
it's been my religion. i have taken vows, i have fasted, obeisance until now i have broken my back.
now though, i am a pariah. an untouchable. 'know your role and shut your mouth'
you can say it over and over again, but i cannot. my body physically will not let me make such movements.
i don't understand how you don't care.
i don't know how to walk away.
i would shake my head, brush off the thought, because i knew it could be.
it couldn't be..
it could. and 'tis.
how could i have known, that i was capable of murder. i murdered it.
i am in denial. in my mind i refuse to accept, that my actions fall so far off their purpose. it should as plain and clear to me, to you.
in that sky, can you hear me? can you hear my dry throat as it cracks when i plead?
i am bleeding her dry. what i think heals, probably tears open stiches. but i know no other methods, no theorem i can apply here.
i take pride in my ability to shut the fuck up..how i made it a perfect ending.
i have to fight, i must fight! it's my bloody, bloody crusade! but i would stop if you told me to, because it's You i'm fighting for.
now my fingers tremble, i feel the blood drawing out of my veins. i know nothing! i have no knowledge!
i was only pretending to know it. belief has clouded my decision and judgement. my calm turned into some brackish angry whirlpool.
i have never known anything else worth fighting for, to be better for.
it's been my religion. i have taken vows, i have fasted, obeisance until now i have broken my back.
now though, i am a pariah. an untouchable. 'know your role and shut your mouth'
you can say it over and over again, but i cannot. my body physically will not let me make such movements.
i don't understand how you don't care.
i don't know how to walk away.