There’s a violent storm swirling inside of my chest.
I search for peace but have no rest.
It’s pounding faster. I feel the heart attack of disaster.
The storm is out of my control.
I can’t hold it in, I can’t let it go.
No prayer or verse can lift this curse.
I move then crumble in the dirt.
Struggling to find some worth.
No medication replaces hurt.
I’m on my way to my hearse.
Dreaming of death sentence
Grace asked forgotten repentance
A desert of isolation and desolation
Declaration without proclamation
Devastation without reconciliation.
What is this hell?
I know it all too well.
To meet the devil.
Stuck in a jail cell.
Everyday a blur of nothingness.
You try to sleep but you still think.
When you’re in agony and pain and crying everyday.
You can’t control the tears dominated by your fears.
You close your eyes and flashes of lightning attack you.
He’s dead forever the old Matthew.
I killed him because I had to.
Rope in hand and tied a noose.
Hung himself on the back roof.
You toss and you turn with
to be heard but the words
T I frozen M E
Remnant of Repentance