this conspiracy in the clouds
has me staggering over hot coals
so much potential, and yet inadequate
wherein alleged promise lies?
I think back to when…
Oh wait, I was never happy
Forever I’ve clawed at this human façade
I had reprieves
So brief and fleeting
where did those angels from Hades go?
Call me home, father
above or below,
absolve me of guilt
through an accident, swift
I’ve robbed Peter to pay Paul
I’ve eaten though fumes
My soul was yours long ago,
now my body to follow.