RMC

Let me explain simply
I was dead now alive.
My music it was shred
material but I survive.

I applaud the appeal
in turn it is but real.
Silence of my chaos
the loss I have cost still.

I’ll be burst by bread
fed lies to my head
but my love of my eyes
has stolen me instead.

Dangerous things to
love are a biting at me.
Swamp I am not pure
thoughts I now breathe.

I say what’s in my head
and keep to the road on
the pavement I’m afraid at
until the break of dawn.

The road is thorny broken
into pieces of love releases
a goodwill made token to pay
a Devil so paths he releases. 

The overtures of courting
the tide of flowing sin
do not seek me in sleep or
paths I try to live in.

I am a flawed flower
chill has made my bed.
I live in nature sleeping
upon dreams rotten dead.

But I have not the remnants
of a lost child with veins
scarred no I am not by things
that bring an ever tainted rain.

Keep to virtues and aid
the flowing of time help
the weak side of life where
weaker hands are dealt.