I want to hide from the present day
in a conscious thought of my own
beaten and outside the law
my God has forgotten me
the steps go down,
from the darkness that is left to shine
I want to run
why won’t you let me be a sinner?
beauty that I crave
when nothing else can’t touch me
I just need to feel
the deserts sliding through my hearts,
into so much place to build
I want to hide from me now
my face covered in dust
no mirrors to see me
only essays in art,
I am a sinner
love is for the absent mind
it does not obscure my eye
I can still see words in between…