Heathen

Carelessly passing through pieces of future

Stored in abundance

Such a waste

I have had visions of bodies split open

Exposing the thread of their secretive nature

Increasing demands of the ones that surround me

Noted for strength and kindness of heart

Have weakened me further beyond recognition

Mind as mist body crumbles to touch

Carelessly passing through pieces of future

Stored in abundance

What a waste

I have opened myself to this notion

Absorbing the filth of all that fall in my way

Carelessly passing through maze this dementia

Has built around a thousand thoughts

Of the one who seduced to reveal my intentions

The one who has weakened me broken me down