Spiritual Wasteland

I grew up in the mirror
I couldn’t see my face
Turned the other way
Running in haste

An oasis in the desert
Spring rain, winter thaw
I’m learning to rise
While gaining ground at a crawl

I celebrate your win
In my mind there’s no sin
And the sun still shines
On ruthless minds

Such a pretty death
Sucking on your last breath
Left a polaroid on my pillow
Bent up like a willow

Cadillac of sores
Blood pouring from pores
I won’t see the beating
‘Cause I’m still retreating

I’m grateful I didn’t create myself
Love created me

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