I'm sorry about my past,
and any wounds that lasts,
The burial of a clown,
stepping ladder,
and I fell,
into a well,
and a day of mass,
I couldn't take
the body of Christ,
I'm not destined
for the high heavens,
not boiled of fried rice,
Undeveloped,
lacking feelings,
and reeling,
of my soul sinking,
Now believing.....
The cleanse of oceans,
wipe me of sins,
and I wish for twin
to escape failing.....
as he represents
all my breaking
I can't deal with.
Mirror imaging
of a silent me.