Hating what I've become but loving it all the same,
If I still had a heart, my soul would be ashamed
To learn that my conscience is no longer pure
Unsure of what to do, but no longer wanting to endure
And so I willingly defile a reputation self-imposed
Cut by the thorns of the unscented rose
That blows in the wind of a boxed in room
With doors closed tight so now my mind's my tomb
And I apoligize to myself before anyone else
But it calls me back with unheard stealth
And I answer every call faithfully to the end
Sad to find out the tremendous price of a sin
Paid in full in the future so I can enjoy right now
Closed eyes; escaping flows; and a trembling brow
Scared and Elated wanting only for the moment
Refusing to chase the love that long ago was stolen
And so a soul comes along to replace what I miss
To grant what I hope but always forget to wish
And the new soul brings the fresh hope of tomorrow
Relying on its own life so mines it never has to borrow
The force from; to power what it will
The overflow of love, an overspill that could kill
A nectar so sweet but still forbidden by God
Eaten by my thoughts and so into Paradise I'm never allowed
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