The air I breathe
The wind that unfurled my sails
lost in a momemt's word
Demented thoughts usurp
Memories coached to deceive
An empty void, deception conceived
Good intentions crucified
My soul strpped bare
The tides now turn
To flood the betrayal
My touch, a vermon swarm
Credibility lost in master form
Stripped bare, an empty shell
Shell shocked and defenseless
stepped upon and left for dead
The air I breathe fails
The burning flesh of deception prevails
long since have the rats left
This sinking ship
In dementia's need, Mormon's GREED
Sacrifice the flagship
To self serving needs
Kill the messenger and deny the truth
My subtle point, long since mute
Crucified, fed to the wolves
Sometime around midnight
The darkness before dawn
Found myself alone
To No guiding light was I drawn
To find no helping hand
Crucified alone
Sometime Around Midnight