My friends are beginning to think
I'm wild
drifting from crime to crime
like some homeless child.
My train is hazardous
and hectic
And my hands emit a stench
worse than septic-
from plunging into chests
and removing beating hearts
They want my rampage
to end.
I want my salvation to
start.
Every night I pray to God
eyes lost in the sea
But every morning God's jaws
bite into me.
Enigmas encompass my
soul
And my feet are searing hot
from standing in
this deep hole.
This heresy damns me
charging me with pain
So I spread my wings and
fly from this bridge
..let myself be caught
by God's hand.