RMC

Twist a lemon over a drink,
I think back when on the brink
I was a day away from death’s play.
My demon’s taste for sulfur I thought extinct.

Hindsight becomes at some point
where you need to smoke a joint.
Fallen Angels tell a story of woe,
and then you stay low disappoint.

The sulfur holds no sway now.
I have healed over time
to find crime in the Lord’s design.
Clarity is no fun it hurts I’m not fine.

Take a fake platitude my attitude
can at time be a little crude.
My mood is so misconstrued
I need time and love too.

The hole is full but pain stays;
everyday children die of cancer.
What God would allow such a thing
I fail to think or see answers.

I think I’ll stay numb it’s fun.
Run amongst the stun
that all bad has been undone
but it’s not true the Devil’s not done.

Fail I do everyday in everyway
and my eyes have not woken
to sweet words and warmth
saying the words I love you spoken.