There was never no last round in my gun,
Taking my life nothing to me at all.
At first life was simple and all just fun,
Then come time fated my mortal downfall.
I have turned to a shadow of a shout,
There’s no going back way things was before.
Denial of reality to clout,
I fear not Death for me to be in store.
They say love is a sacrifice to learn,
Churning our way of life a struggle long.
Lost infatuation never to earn,
Leaving us lonely a distant saved song.
So where can I begin breathless my sin,
Death to pull back it’s hammer creepin’ in…

And all of a sudden, as I held the first sin in my hand,
I’d be cast out of Heaven for my sins. These stones pile up;
each one bearing a secret; I throw them out as pennies for
a thought- and quietly watch them all fall; falling in what
looks much slower than slow motion

I stand around so many perfect sinners; it crowds me in;
as we all go round, and round hiding our hands that
dares to throw a stone. I drew a circle, patiently in the dark
-as a droplet in a river of thought, that flows into a sea that
whispers so loudly every one of my faults

The memories of one’s familiar dark past, grows larger
once recognized; as like a shadow that is stretched
Etched? I bet; as the deal of all those dealing in their secret
***** deeds- so indeed, that a greater sinner does call another
sinner greater.